Post by Luna~Rose on Oct 7, 2015 12:04:24 GMT -6
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Chronos v. Oroborus
Cylindrical time cycles and reincarnations
Many came here before speaking of their kind and what was known to them then.
we are the same, yet different.
we are unique in a way, more than you know.
As different species some have different after lives and incarnations.
The cycles of time and incarnation can erase those memories so that many will forget.
The Old Ones serving on the Incarnation councils and The Ones that Wander, know though.
Time is born in the Springs of tomorrow
runs fast through the brooks of today
where it merges into the mighty river of time,
a sturdy stream of yesterday, today, and tomorrows.
They all merge and drown in the wells of eternity and longing to be,
sorrow for those that never were,
unmourned because they were never born,
mingling in tears and wisdom under Yggdrasil,
which is the basement of the world and time.
Our incarnations echo in the space-time.
Our silver strand reaches us through all space and time,
and across all boundaries.
In quietness you will sometimes hear that seductive whisper of longing, almost like a memory, but long forgotten,
You will feel it caressing you, gently urging,
"Do you remember?"
In that moment you will step outside yourself and will clearly see and hear, so that you will answer, "Yes!"
Then you will stir back to the present and wonder what you remembered and already forgot.
You forgot you were once a bright and shiny star. You forgot the dusty land with it statues and pyramids with their cool chambers and libraries beneath accessible only by answering their riddles.
You forgot dying and landing on Yggdrasil's branch high above the world.
You forgot what it means to "wander" and got lost, but nothing is truly lost and all will be found on Earth again.
Chronos v. Oroborus
Cylindrical time cycles and reincarnations
Many came here before speaking of their kind and what was known to them then.
we are the same, yet different.
we are unique in a way, more than you know.
As different species some have different after lives and incarnations.
The cycles of time and incarnation can erase those memories so that many will forget.
The Old Ones serving on the Incarnation councils and The Ones that Wander, know though.
Time is born in the Springs of tomorrow
runs fast through the brooks of today
where it merges into the mighty river of time,
a sturdy stream of yesterday, today, and tomorrows.
They all merge and drown in the wells of eternity and longing to be,
sorrow for those that never were,
unmourned because they were never born,
mingling in tears and wisdom under Yggdrasil,
which is the basement of the world and time.
Our incarnations echo in the space-time.
Our silver strand reaches us through all space and time,
and across all boundaries.
In quietness you will sometimes hear that seductive whisper of longing, almost like a memory, but long forgotten,
You will feel it caressing you, gently urging,
"Do you remember?"
In that moment you will step outside yourself and will clearly see and hear, so that you will answer, "Yes!"
Then you will stir back to the present and wonder what you remembered and already forgot.
You forgot you were once a bright and shiny star. You forgot the dusty land with it statues and pyramids with their cool chambers and libraries beneath accessible only by answering their riddles.
You forgot dying and landing on Yggdrasil's branch high above the world.
You forgot what it means to "wander" and got lost, but nothing is truly lost and all will be found on Earth again.