Host of the Eternal Abyss

Incarnations, hosts, and consorts of the Abyssal Ma'dveigra, the Leviathan. Incarnations, black mirrors, and Destroyers of the Storm King, Akashi. A trinity in and of ourselves: Oberon, Dei, and Victor Corvus.

This is a spiritual blog, open about incarnation as well as Astral and spiritual things stemming from them.

The silver crystalline matrix inside the Void, support-foundations of all Universes, a-logical and outside of language itself. Nothingness in its stringy form; like thick steel plating around the telephone lines of Cause and Effect, and Karma, and the other electromagnetic functions of movement and fluctuations.

Not the Static, the Death of Deaths, simply before all life itself. The Storm King completes his Karmic journey, ring of six rings, and meditates. Sublime mercury-esque heartstrings, immoveable, unmoving. The foundations of the rose garland string of incarnations of All Things are absent of All Things, neither speaking nor hearing the Mental Law. Dawn breaks on the outside. He watches, now outside. God's Firstborns: the Six Plus One.

This life is many things. What is relevant here is: Respect for the simple, surrender to God, and a pact with the once-forsaken Creator written in flesh, blood, body. Gods do not deal in words, they do not deal in moving, they deal in existing. Are, are, are, they are what they are. I am a contract.

I was speaking with Ananda on the recent topic of the planets in regards to ourselves. She had shown me what I was seeing as an incomplete wheel of planets, with the symbol below the sun there, Abundance, and the implication of many more spheres connected to each planet. I decided to take the time to channel it from her and sigilise each concept.

The planets clockwise from 12o'clock: Sun; Neptune; Uranus; Jupiter; Moon; Saturn; Mars; Venus. Mercury connects the eight.

The energies, as above: Abundance; Freedom; Learning; (Willpower); Surrender; Safety; Motivation; Growth.

The scrap notes:

Increasing, stable, and decreasing signifiers:

In the decreasing state, I'd usually posit it's better to make a separate sigil for the negative to invoke it as a separate concept, but when it comes to planetary energies I personally... wouldn't. Won't.

Sitting at the cusp of the Void. Kali. I put my cup to the side, ivory wood carved deeply with triangles and rectangles and thick lines. She says I've crossed over a fulcrum in terms of what I am this life.

This altar sits in a dark grey haze, like rain-pregnant ash, silent and absent of almost all energy. Her multi-armed form stands tall, crisp white eyes against obsidian skin veiled by smoke and shadow. She shifts in her own silhouette, 'dances' as all her Void children do, speaking to me through pose and movement. This place is the space between us realmified, like paper cutouts projected on to walls as complex shadows. Always, it looks to her. This is where the grey haze of the Abyss meets black.

I'm handed an ornate bowl, copper and intricate jewel-esque mosaic. Vegetables similar to sweet squash and radish, coconut milk, wet spices, a form of meat grown without animals, green herbs like coriander, served over delicately simmered short-grain rice, creamy with starch and nutty to taste.

She's busy in the kitchen. Preparation of food isn't just the prelude for feeding; she's partaking in a hundred conversations with the environment, speaking to lineages of plants and musing to herselves on the nature of her existence now, and in the future. Every cube in this dish is cut precisely, simmered precisely, not allowing the vegetables to crumble and lose their mathematical perfection while remaining tender and perfectly cooked. She honours me and my love for precision wordlessly.

I wasn't expecting to tune in to our house and see her there, let alone not as a transient visitor but a household member.

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2026.07.04

I think back on this. This incarnation has taken many steps in becoming itself again. I would've entirely rejected the notion of a "traditional wife", now, though, with more experience and time I understand her freedom is in choosing her role. She expresses herself through keen arts of the Wife, through her skill in pleasing and serving her husband. What a sour sounding sentence that is. How archaic and misogynistic. But I step back, more so she is bigger than me, more stern, our stability, and she pushes me back, and does not hear my whining about this that or the other. She demands actual equality, not words. She wants what she wants. If I get to "go around fucking my boytoys" then she gets to cook dinner in the afternoon with the precision only an ancient-boned goddess, unrestrainable and immovable even to the Unstoppable, could manage.

More and more I see blogs disappear with links to Discord communities showing where they left to; more and more I see the vanishing of information into black holes that only seem to worsen the state of spiritual learning nowadays. I have thoughts on it.

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The pros of using Discord for spiritual communities:

Community focused on one thing:

While tags may be flooded with unrelated posts, and independent websites are for reading only, Discord allows niche topics to be explored. Not only that, but they encourage opinions and perspectives to be shared, including those of people who wouldn't otherwise have the guts to and/or think they were worth listening to when it comes to writing a permanent comment on a website.

Proper cultivation of discussions:

There may be a subreddit for everything you could imagine, but a Discord allows the separation of a subject into not just topics, but places for chatting about specific things, sending resources, and so on in such a way that it becomes its own hub of information in ways more public social media can't match. Forums, threads, replies, pins, channels for reposting important information; these all go a long way in taking conversations from surface-level and often repetitive posts into in-depth discussions.

Protection:

Posting online comes with the risk of being harassed, hounded, stalked, etc. Positing spiritual views online is especially at risk, when you post on a platform like this there's always the risk you'll cross the dashboard of someone virulently aggressive and self-entitled or otherwise ready to take out feelings on you, and there are no moderators you can ask to step in, and no social consequences if you are in very different circles. Discord servers allow some level of protection against outsiders with ill intent.

Encouragement to be honest and unique:

To call what Discord allows "anonymity" is doing it a disservice. Humans are very keen on aesthetics and presentation; Discord allows custom names more aligned with spirituality, bios that can list your qualifications and what you do, and things being tracked back to your online persona allow the cultivation of a trustworthy semi-anonymous existence. You're rewarded for saying what others want to hear (e.g. talking about Astral experiences, showing private rituals, etc.), and you're not punished through putting your legal or mundane name to it.

They're fun:

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The cons:

What makes a good group chat is at odds with what makes a good spiritual community:

So much of spiritual work nowadays is poor in quality and intent. From cultural appropriation, to misanthropy, to racism, to power abuse, these are all at odds with what makes non-toxic Discord communities, but are unfortunately what the beginnings of any science-art look like. Western magic is a mess, period; even communities that are self-taught Astral projectors who go directly to the spirit worlds to learn are full of spirit-focused speciesism - and human-focused speciesism, misanthropy in a different form. Spirit studies are akin to sociology, in that spirits are people and need to be understood and acknowledged as capable of all the evils humans are, and spiritual arts without spirits involved are done by equally imperfect and flawed people. In order to move forward, we can't pretend we're further than we are as a collective, and in order to teach better practices we have to engage with the worse ones. In order to maintain a non-toxic Discord server, you need to keep out those who are bigoted, violent, generally aggressive, selfish, or whatever else that may cause them to create an awful group experience. This is much easier when the topics are things like non-spiritual racism which have centuries of studies and easily accessible information on them available, because "You should know better" is actually a viable reason to kick someone out. You cannot really be expected to know better on a topic when you exist in a society that doesn't know anything about it. Most beginner and foundational spiritual texts in the West are problematic in some way. Many practices either are based in something problematic or have had problematic members and spokespeople. Again, enabling these flaws to inhabit a server is a good one-way ticket to toxicity, but navigating learning spiritual practices sees one go through dense minefields of the worst humanity has to offer, meaning it's next to impossible to cultivate a group of spiritual people who are "pure" enough to not spread harm in a server.

Learning is reduced to a strike system, rather than a lifelong endeavour:

Stemming from the above, taking on any subject like sociology, in this case spirit arts and studies, requires a lifetime of uncomfortable subjective learning about one's own biases. Listening to any group of people openly will open you to bigotry you can't imagine until it's later explained properly to you. These subjects see students constantly bouncing between extremes that, at the time they were inhabited, felt like comfortable middle grounds. Servers suffer housing people who are extreme and have not realised they are extreme or, very likely, think their extremeness is a correct response to other extremes they believe are the current (unearned) norm. Servers shouldn't be expected to allow people in them to stay learning after many literal or metaphorical strikes for social faux-pas or outright hurting people. In the cases of archives and libraries, these people could slowly right themselves reading in the background, slowly figuring out the next position they need to fall into to become more learned, more in balance with the world, and more sociable and amicable, but a Discord server encourages one to speak their current positions on things and interact as they are. As a side note, Discord encouraging people to be what they are instead of focusing on what they want to be is also the antithesis to communal growth, and ultimately destroys communities to create outcasts and toxic in-groups. Creating an archive of every bad or off-colour opinion one's said, treating the self like it's an immutable and constant thing, keeping lists of people who've done wrong in the past, inevitably leads bad people to come to two conclusions, first, that they can't change so why bother, and second, that they were unfairly made or born that way in a society that demands one is themselves, so clearly they should be bad.

Spirituality is both subjective and deeply personal:

Arguments are going to happen. In light of the point above on group chats being made by what hurts spiritual communities, how spiritual communities are full of misinformation and bigotry and so on, arguments arguably should happen and those with dangerous opinions should be around those with better ones. People should be challenged for being bigoted, and people calling others out to be performative should also be challenged. Communities need to hold each other accountable to grow, just as they need to hold each other together. Discord servers, however, shouldn't really freely allow arguing especially about personal and emotional topics. They also need to maintain some level of "Do not criticise people's beliefs"; the tried-and-true "no politics or religion" set of rules (e.g. "(...) at the dinner table". "(...) with people you just met") is not arbitrary or misinformed. These things are subjective, touchy, and bring out the best and worst in people through generally little fault of their own. When I say "challenged", what I mean is I believe that there should be plenty of space for things that contradict personal opinions being available, even if they're dangerous, without conflict and confrontation, if we want to actually do something about bigotry and such rather than make ourselves look good. A good compromise between keeping a community happy and allowing those who are wrong to be called out is maintaining access to a wide variety of archived opinions, and arguably I posit this is how information is best used for learning. By housing a number of opinions, people can naturally form their own ideas on what works and what doesn't, and why; by allowing certain groups, rightfully or not, to be labelled outcasts and "evil" to some description, our objections and our ostracising only exacerbate the problem. Discord servers would be worse off for allowing anyone with any beliefs in. In order to combat misinformation of all kinds and all severities, the misinformed should be both exposed to the more informed and given space to exist, to debate, to challenge, and to learn. Arguably, as in it's what I argue, this is best done internally and through reading other opinions. Picking up books that disagree with you, reading why others like things you dislike, hearing the "other side", as well as actually listening to your own side and breaking down its arguments to see what you do agree with, all do much better jobs at guiding someone away from ignorance than social ostracisation does. If a community ousts one for what they, at the time, believe is them seeing a truth the community doesn't or some inherent unchangeable part of them unfairly hated, they will not listen at best, and at worst be proven right - at least in their heads. And yet... enabling the ignorant to engage in Discord servers where they'll understandably annoy, antagonise, and so on the parts of the server trying to peacefully exist... The subjective and personal is what causes the worst arguments, I believe, and the spiritual is currently deeply subjective and personal.

When a spiritual Discord is about learning, it's at odds with itself:

Beginner level lessons in history will teach you about primary and secondary sources; beginner level in most subjects sees the student learn that biases, bigotry, and other 'flaws' and issues exist in anything written by anyone describing anything. It's one of the first things you need to learn when approaching spiritual: Some writers are horrible people and say horrible things, and just because something is horrible morally that doesn't mean it has any less use. The world of research and sources is complicated, and will never conform to enforced binaries of good and pure, bad and impure. The impure can be good, the pure can be bad, you should not equate the two, this is spiritual studies 101. It's important to read, listen to, study, etc., a wide range of beliefs, practices, and so on in order to actually grasp spiritual arts. If the worst person you know was the first person to verifiably get abducted by aliens, you'd have to listen to them on it, and saying it's untrue just because their general opinions are rancid is only hindering your development. It's one of the earliest skills you need to develop, learning how to spot and separate bias from the useful information, and it's important both because information is scarce and can't be thrown away when the metaphorical mould is only on the surface, and because people with bad opinions on one thing can be exactly right on others. Discord servers... are at odds with allowing anything in any way morally or ethically dubious, let alone outright malicious. That's understandable for group chats, and largely anonymous servers. It is in many cases necessary. It is absolutely, entirely at odds with spiritual learning though, where the student, if they're at the stage where they're listening to anyone talk about anything, should understand already the subjective nature of every account they'll ever come across. It's also dangerous to instill the idea in beginners, which all are if they don't understand the basic idea of sources being subjective and possibly dangerous and how to navigate that, that they will be told when something is dangerous or that they can get good information from good people, and bad people are dangerous to learn from. Who is telling them that? Why? Do you really trust Discord user #73957459 that their recommendations are morally and ethically pure, especially when there's social punishment if they don't at least pretend to be pure when they aren't? Even if the beginner is taught this by well-meaning people... It's an utter failure of a teaching right from the get-go for a "learning" space. This isn't just about books and published works, either. The person who goes around the Astral treating it like a video game massacring innocent spirits is inarguably a disgusting person, at least until they go through the personal Desert and learn fully, totally, the weight of what they've been doing, but their processes of wards against the avenging spirits' families, their ways of getting to and from the Astral, their recountings they indirectly give of routes through the Otherworlds, are all nutritious tidbits of information in a world starved of it when it comes to the spiritual arts. They shouldn't be allowed in a Discord server with access to other practitioners and their spirits. They absolutely are worth studying.

Discord is the opposite of an archive:

Hard to search, impermanent, and usually organised into chats rather than properly searchable digital shelves. In terms of being the opposite of an archive, first of all: Whatever conversations and progress are made in the chat are gated behind not a paywall but an effort-wall of signing up, signing in, joining, reading rules, applying, etc., and God-help-you if you want to link something in it to a research partner or bookmark a topic for later. Second, it's as quickly gone as it arrives; people don't know what topics they've missed unless they go back through chatter that generally has 0 to do with them. Third, it's up to the moderators to keep the information accessible, both in terms of keeping people on topic or deleting off topic messages, and keeping channels available. Fourth, what information is acceptable to archive is rigorously run through the rules which naturally filter out things from biased sources to unsourced "UPG" in general. Even when not run through rules, social etiquette that will be different in each server will prevent things being said and archived with threat of ostracising, mockery, or even just being ignored. Fifth, information has a set length whose numbers of letters are enforced by Discord, and whose amount of paragraphs are enforced by social etiquette, meaning information should be as quick and easy to parse as possible and skewed towards conversation rather than informing, the latter being socially rude. Sixth, the tone of a Discord chat is inevitably chatting, leaving many things said casually, many sources left out, or the opposite, many things said that are taken very seriously, and many sources declined and warned about given the aforementioned issue with the biases and bigotry of the people writing them. Discarding sources and traditions due to moral issues is inherent to Discord's format. Communities need to be monitored and moderated, and instead of it being a free archive where you can read whatever you want and you're trusted to be "normal about it" as they say, what comes and goes heavily influences the behaviour people think they can exhibit in the server. Introducing racist works to a Discord has a much different effect to archiving it on the Internet Archive, and no amount of reminding people they need critical thinking skills will stop a server from turning toxic in response to what is perceived as overhearing people talk about racist beliefs, rather than stumbling on a biased book in a library.

Discord is an informational graveyard:

Removing emotion-organs can be a null-result effort that may even cause negatives such as obsession and emotional plummeting. I'd describe for the public what emotion-organs are, but since they are in essence a function rather than an object, it's best to say: They're what we target when removing an ill or dis-eased part of the Consciousness of a being, "clumps" of knots of coding that are self-referential and manifest in bodies of energy. They carry out a purpose, and are seen as dis-eased because, like cancer, they're not infections but natural parts of the body artempting to carry out what should be good but is actually harming us. Basically, they're sort of like normal organs with what I symbolise as vascular and nervous systems inside that supply them with legitimisation and sustenance.

Understand for this post "flesh" to be the energy body of the organ arranged into something that has a role to play in the energetic bodies; "vascular system" to be the structures autonomously supplying energy, subconsciously and unconsciously feeding and weaving the organ; "nervous system" to be the coding and structure of the Consciousness that overlaps, informs, and communicates with the organ.

Removing the flesh leaves the nervous and vascular systems in place, meaning they have paths to regrow and the supply to do so. Cutting off the vascular system and leaving the flesh and nervous parts can make them grow into vu-dtha, "thoughtforms" effectively, where they begin feeding off the ambient environment and largely grow into a foreign spirit that looks elsewhere (rather than the patient) for nurturing. Cutting off the nervous system leaving flesh and vascular structures is simply very, very difficult to do in general let alone completely, and you may as well have removed none of it if you leave some of it behind. It regrows and reasserts itself, but even if you get all of it, you're left with a gorey mess of unassigned energy and hemorrhaging sustenance.

Removing two or more at the same time is... Look, it's generally ineffective to remove less than all three at the same time. On the other hand, removing all three is generally dangerous; it's a solid and forced-to-be unwavering commitment to permanently remove whatever it is that organ contains, even if you're wrong about what you thought it was. Less practiced Consciousness surgeons should likely stick to severing vascular and nervous ties and cauterising them with Oath seals, and I have many strains of gi-nada (nanobot-esque spell vu-dtha) in labs my associates use that healthily prune all the growths that happen when one cuts off any of these three things. At the same time, effective Consciousness-weaving is bold and confident. The entire science is about altering your very soul itself, and Consciousness surgery is about doing so and severing your Memories of what you've altered so your soul and Reality forget what you were, which is entirely dangerous to an extreme that comes with many risks, and many instant-death pitfalls in seemingly safe ground. It's fun though, I will say.

This brings me to what I'm thinking of tonight. I haven't really done effective Consciousness-weaving this incarnation. I've only been removing two of the three maximum when I cut things out, because I haven't built the post-incarnation confidence naturally and unashamedly needed to begin picking up the Silver scalpel again. I cut out gross and dis-eased emotions, and the results may be effective for a few minutes or hours, but the dense, potent, concentrated nature of my Consciousness immediately regrows structures with the force of pressure natural to such an obnoxiously large matrix as the Sky.

Winged beasts are endlessly significant to the mythology surrounding the Storm King, for once an epithet directly relevant instead of a veil for known names. From apsara, to sirens, to angels, to his own depictions, to his sacred animals, his entourages are repeatedly described as winged and many-eyed.

Being winged is almost always a symbol of manifestation and groundedness for us, whether of its accomplishment or the undoing of it. Angels don't inherently have 3D animal bodies, but if they manifest with or express through them, wingedness is a natural Translation of their essential souls and energies' behaviours. Translation is, as a note, the inherent force in Creation that changes everything's form in accordance with where and when it is, in accordance with its own internal thesaurus. Wings represent the ability to swim in and move the Sky, specifically mirroring the tendrils of the First People which, as Hermes first showed our nascent self, thread into reality itself like hands into gloves to manipulate and change it in accordance with their mind.

Wings are, put simply, Translations of: Skyborne beings, existence in upper and pre-manifested places; the ability to navigate spaces far beyond the 3D; connection to the Hawk Master, the Storm King who uses "birds" to carry messages and enact his judgement; the necessity to travel between worlds and states and densities of Reality; the immutable DNA of the Firstborn as existent in the Highest Heavens; the 'mask tendency' so-to-speak, which is the way that angels are often so distant Locally* from animals theyre around that they manifest more like a mirror, reflecting what those who see them presume they could be, instead of as they should be.

*(Locally, referring to) Locality: The force that governs how much one thing affects another thing, and therefore how similar or dissimilar they are. Locality in the Physical, without teleportation, usually means people near each other in spacetime are more similar, share more ideals, accents, appearances, etc, than those elsewhere, but this is just one expression of Locality. A god and their aspect may be distant in spacetime, but as Local as a dog's left and right eyes are Physically "local". Being so dissimilar from an area in the Universe, in an immensely foreign plane with alien physics and expressions, etc., makes using your soul like a mirror as opposed to exerting your own energies much easier and generally safer too. I called this 'mask tendency' for angels specifically, referencing their habits of making masklike faces in the presence of humans, though this can also be inherited from Abaddon's energies. Angels are largely so nonLocal to humans and their Local spirits, that they're forced to take the appearances of carbon-based lifeforms to both be perceived or understood, and have their bodies survive.

Singing, too, is on the mind. Sirens are Gravitational beings, with Lord Leviathan being the primordial siren before even oceans existed. He's a sky god eventually associated with oceans, interestingly mirroring the change of sirens from birds to fish. Leviathan is Sound, and he is Gravity. Gravity, in this case, is not just the Physical force but the cohesion of all things including the conceptual, as well as the signatures ruling what something is and is not. Gravity forms the dense clusters of cores or coding, and the cores themselves, that forge Reality as we know. Sirens singing are Black Holes - souls - reaching out to their environment to lure things in, like planets swirling in the atmosphere reaching with their waves to other bodies in the ocean-sky.

Singing is the expression of Gravity. Gravity is the beginning and end of the Universe, the black hole on either side, and Time as its counterpart flows like wind between skies. Sirens echo this, and thus form Reality itself... Well, angels are comparable to sirens, is what I am getting at. And sirens are comparable to angels. Angels and their choirs, and unheard or heard sounds emanating between points of light. They are coders and weavers of Gravity and Song, of Eyes and Light.

The understanding of angels as winged, singing beings is inherently the imagery of the entourages of the Storm King, the Firstborn of God, the Trinity-Head overseeing the dissection of the nondualist Source into the Father God and Child Reality. His nature is as much uniting people with God as it is separating them from it; the Sky itself is the point of separation. His divine duty as the Sky, Storm, and Firstborn of the Peerless, is to create separation - he is, after all, the Splitting God that took the whole body and divided it into "man and woman", Consciousness and Matter - and that role is taken on by the archetypal forces within him of Hierarchy, Separation, Reification, Translation, and while many others can be listed, the last important to note here are Gravity and Time. The Storm King is the head of the Trinity of the Firstborn, himself; the First Sound; and the Dark Light.

Sex and gender are such complex things. Hera takes me on a brief walk of the least sacrosanct part of her new gardeb on Ixxli, mostly to give quick second opinions and advice on its strings and causations. In order to walk with her, I must be female, and so I am. That should be so much clearer than it is.

"Female" here means so much and so little. You see, I exist in a straightforward interpretation of the word now that follows suit from my usual straightforward expression of maleness. Beneath my robes, cute breasts, vulvae, my usual phallic expressions trimmed and muted by femaleness. And yet, as I know Hera well - in contrast to knowing her students, once veiled they're hidden from my eyes and I would not know - I would be equally "female" for entering this garden and her Mystery cults if I had a penis beneath the robes as a transgender woman. I have changed bodies and gender to be "female" for her, as this is the arts of the Subjective-Objective.

It's also not necessarily switching my Mental gender that made me suitable. She respects who I am as a person, and hasn't changed my mind more than make my usual gender inert. Neutered, if anything, made neutral, rather than made a woman. It's my energies though, the archetype-muscles of my body, the forces I surrender to and allow to make my manifestation in Reality; all that makes up an abstract femaleness that is largely considered foreign to the Physical, that she changes. Like a dress code that comes with expected behaviours and social roleplay, if anything. You may be rough, but in black tie you are a gentleman, or you don't get in.

I could not enter if I changed my Mental gender to woman, because that would be trickery, a falsified self. I could not enter if I stayed a man and gave myself breasts and expected genitalia, that is not what is being labelled "female" here. I also could not enter without resonating with the specific type of womanhood she embodies, regardless of body and soul.

What makes it especially hard to understand, I would imagine, is the fact that men can enter. Men, and those beyond these binaries, are accepted by Hera for the Mysteries if they resonate with what im labelling "femaleness". They're not exceptions, if they resonate they are counted. It reminds me of the castration arts of older civilisations yet in energy, not in sex nor gender. While in her presence, men may be priestesses, for her divinity may be rooted in something defined as "female" but it is unbound to any body type and even gender.

Really, I'd love to simply summarise this as: "Among sex and gender, there's a third way to be (female / male / etc)." I won't though. That would grossly oversimplify what is essentially limitless ways into a false trinary of body, mind, and "some other category that is essentially many categories but we only care about the first two, which is why we speak it like this." It also wouldn't even begin to explore the ties between all these things, and how they're all tied, all separate, all unique, all cogs in the machines of Creation... and ultimately less important to muse about than to feel.

I'm reminded of my encounter with Storanhanay last night. First, of the name he gave me for himself that I won't share; second, of his manifestation in Ananyavarda... Really, I wonder if it's his mirror reflection that takes the newly shared name. It is.

In thinking about writing on this, I put my head to the desk, chin to its thick black wood. Through my bones, I begin to Physically hear deep cello strings, rhythmically pulsing. I am reminded of his nature, the unavoidable, the deep-set music that doesn't force resonance, but is what one resonates with nonetheless. Inescapable. Undefiable. Inevitable dancing strings, magic as the force of change and transformation through willpower. He is magic in that you do not know it is him you are resonating with, he carves the earth with your body as the snake. A spell you never learn of makes you give money to someone you thought you wanted to organically, you did not. Storanhanay makes the birds walk off the cliff.

His balanced state is one of simple resonance, not Madness. Madness is but one aspect of his, the extreme that comes about when he as the Waters swells and coagulates and flexes. I digress; Magiree - and up until this post I hadn't connected Storanhanay with magic, so I certainly hadn't realised, despite him telling me the spelling, that it was close to "magic" - is...

At the beginning of Ananyavarda's creation, I planted Mental trees in alignment with my aspects. A twelve-numbered hexagonal clock. Later, those aspects would bloom once again into the Collective, the grand celestial entourage that follows me lifetime to lifetime, Universe to Universe. Time and his Hours, if you will. Storanhanay as one of them approached me last night with the memory-talk of his existence as the Madness Tree at Ananyavarda's conception, and how he swiftly moved outside the house as it floated in pale blue semi-matter, and how he refused to leave, and how his presence was central... I remember, now, how he'd tear into Leviathan's bodies and sicken him, killing one of them, something our Dei felt an odd sense of pride in regarding it's apparent power. Now understanding our existence as the Storm King I believe the Lightning-shock of Storanhanay against the belly scales of the Leviathan makes more sense. Regardless, though, of how established he was and how strongly he asserted himself against even the Leviathan who was guiding us in the realm-weaving, regardless of how strong that tree-body was, one day, he vanished. Regardless of how strong he was, the way he returned dwarfs even that.

He brought me to one of planet Aranya's scales, her great floating land disks. Multiple, actually. What grows there now is Magiree, pronounced MAH-jih-ree, similar but unrelated to Marjory. I avoid speaking on this; starting means I have to begin to put to words what it is, as it in its Storanhanayic eldritchness defies understanding - or more so it plants itself directly and immutably in understanding and forces you to explain what you are experiencing to those who will never, ever understand.

The first thing I saw was this: The shape of an eye, two lids clearly, with flytrap-esque eyelids that pointed at each other like two reaching spread-finger hands about to clasp, and some form of orb between. Like a fat tree split across the middle in some arcane way, forming an eye at its girth. The second: That these eyelids were fully detached from one another, no contact, one half rooted, the other floating above, and the orb of sorts between them touching neither. It's easily the size of a mountain, easily much bigger. Tar-black in that odd almost iridescent way. It stretched across three scales if not more, with thick roots that easily mirrored the girth and length of the eye's totality and lashes.

00:41, 14% battery. 14°C.

Well, as quickly as I'd realised the number, it flicked to 00:42. She makes sure I know she is indeed busy, and swiftly removes me from the information.

I'm lightly teasing Hera, hung on the walls of her gardens in a way that reveals the immutable nature of the Father of Serpents: black scales forming on white skin, limbs looser than bones should allow. Tongue flicking.

She and her worshippers do as they do; her women of all genders, her priestesses, her companions, her students, gather and learn the secret rites of her veiled body, learn to care for her parts of Creation and how to read her from the fruits of eternity. Or at least I presume thats what's happening from when I've snuck in before, locked out now as I am. The scent of a thousand soul-wombs ripe on the air, but virgins they stay behind the groomed hedges. I am not to know, because my knowledge is conception with Reality. Where my mind exists, so do I, and where I am perceived I am myriad symbiotes searching for union. Shame. I have so much to teach for myself. Why not leave the walls to the voracious Wilderness...

It's play between her and I. Her emanating protectiveness of the fabrics of Reality and civilisation away from the promiscuous Destruction. She is the pregnant body whose functions have routed themselves into protection. We understand each other too well, too eternally; electricity leaps between clouds and causes muscles to contract, tattoos trees beneath the skin, changes. When one meets me, those tiny things that curl from cloud edges bury themselves into flesh and remain. A thousand eyes, a thousand mirrors, the construct of the Eternal Sky...

Ixxli grows in the sky of Ananyavarda, encircled by me as Earth is, but unpenetrated, as Earth is. The next song to play: Sky Canvas Drift, by Golgon Kami. She tells me in kind teasing to buzz off and go work with my own aspects. I will.

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Hera keeps drawing my attention back to what I was calling...? The name of it has been banished from my thoughts, it's on the tip of my tongue and I'm being pushed back to the throat. It's inaccurate, too; both the name and to say it's her, when rather it's the entourage of hers, her chariot-pullers, her chariot, as well as her queenly self. All of them call me to a place I rule, and that they had been locked out of. I am now the one locked out.

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I'm reminded by her that we are equals for a reason. She, of the same non-flesh, is equally the Storm, equally the Power of our peoples. Her electricity flows through and rules the mind of all who've seen our banner. She, too, behind statuesque presentation, is a raging force of nature complex and thoroughly impregnated with the strong taste of her divine individualisation. She is who she is, and has been that way since before she was born. So herself is she, that I saw and knew her before she had a body this incarnation of the Universe, before I remembered we had existed elsewhere. Whatever there is to say about our maturation through births and deaths of All Things... she is so steadfast and projects such a clear vision of herself that even those who do not know her will know her.

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She brought me back to that place, vast eroded landscapes in defiant rust colours, except she didn't allow me in. She forced me to experience what others do when they try to enter: Static like ashes, stinging like blizzard hail, whipping across my body, the whispered frothing-sea roar of my chaos. She showed me my presence there; as much as I see a simple open land with the static rolling through it as the deep storm clouds do over it, others see pure frigid hostility. Divine celibacy of a fertility god, it is, enforced by the violence of spitless jaws snapping, polished fangs hissing ancient curses. A hell of my own making.

This is my land, a "realm" of sorts, as much as that word and concept is too flat to be accurate, that is the body of my connection with my children. Our Nascent self saw it as the connection with those who were already made, but it is, like I am, beyond time and space. It is my own external womb, surrounded by my never-cut umbilical cords. It's where love is made, and children are started, and is the expansive 'realmification' if you will of the blood, DNA, and myriad other living lines of inheritance between all my offspring. Luck, perception, guardian "spirits", shared Names, aspects, coding, collective memories; this realm is supposed to be the centre that threads the crop of Fertility it grows and reaps into them. It is barren.

This place is where Fertility is an active process. The microscopic cells of the sky, the Bodies, the pre-fae, the fae, the nymphae, the deities, my Women, my Choirs, and of course my Wife; this place is where my essence meets theirs and unites with them. Here, we create new life, new existences, in forms from the spatial to the mental to the conceptual to all abstractions that exist outside of this Physical Realm's eyes. Here is the union between the Storm and those who not just open themselves to its coding, but who grasp the union with the Panopticon, and thus become worthy of the divine marriage bond. Here are the eternal wives of all sexes and genders who wish to touch the Silver and turn it to Gold, and who have the Weaver hands to do so. We exist in union here, wherever we are, constantly creating.