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Come Inside My Kingdom

I Am Hera The Goddess

By Black Dog ProductionsPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
Freedom Lies Under Skin Turn The Page Come In

Thank you kindly sweet earthlings, for your exciting invitation to revisit earth. Henceforth, enabling me full use of my powers. Once again the page turns. Come inside, come be seated by my side. My waiting time before returning to you was somewhat long winded. An exciting challenging time now lies before us.

Therefore it be time to enlighten upon new paths I lay down before you. Filtering onto new fields as lands we will unite in peace once more. For be it known, time is a bubble of youth unfolding pages through treasures over time. Our filtering now must weave new threads, for we must cherish those we are to remember through special memories from places or moments in time. There be not a moment to waste so look into my eyes closely. My eyes will fill you with earthly powers, as pure as the skin you have in your hands to hold. To have and to hold closely to your soul.

A flying never ending story of which, I am here now. Being angelic or godlike yourself, as each new page you turn must now turn with all my glory bestowed, for I am Hera, full of earthly powers.

Pouring my many colours from rainbows glowing from sky beds. I step down from heavens glory. Welcoming everyone, I bring all families of many saddened woes from losses just beholden upon earths storms just arisen.

Now in orderly circumferences of mother natures song from crescendos of ultimate powers. Together we shed our tears together outlining new movement from waves, filling up oceans of gloriously coloured coral beds creating new movement.

Those who left us lost, are now enlightened under a unique evergreen tree, by the end of each field. I choose to plant fresh seeds for new crops. Thereafter, I will breath a fresh purified scent creating a rain dance of love. Blue skies full of multi-coloured raindrops will float through natures forces of unwinding magical forces.

My goddess family awaits my return, as yours awaits, from your inner heart-beat of imagination. Felt through your skin. Oxygen pulsating beats of many an artists stroke breaths upon you. Pulsating sounds of your heart-beat may now be heard through the wind. Mellow, whispering, chanting wind whispers. The chiming of natures bells. Listen attentively.

Blowing colours through my third eye. Pulsating, circulating within pillars into your minds high fortress. Smoothly I saturate coloured blends of skies directly parading into corridors of your mind. Mind telepathy steps forth encouraging more vivacious colours ahead of our new journey.

We now rest upon a beach combining our journeys philosophies. Nature has always good intent. Yarns we thread as twists of smiling faces leave rising energy full of new stories. Pens are to be aligned within the margins border. Lines surviving moments in time to write back home, while words sprint with energies erupting from smiling linings. Something's stand the test of time, as I do. So can you ! Yes you !

Humans be sheep no more. Angels line up to strike up good vibrations for our multitude of colours in natures skins. Breath in. Breath out, feel the flow you will but glow from within. I advise colours of best cloth to lie close to human skin. I've positioned my robes to be bathed within colours of such recommendation. I hereby mention with haste to push pen notes. I scribble upon my notebook to speedy ultimate divine creation. T's important we keep a well crafted diary.

Upon our colour blending within mists. Unwinding in natures glorious breathing of many undertones. Thunder will strike from time to time. We will aluminate darkened blended tones. Do not fear. We will clear the coast with more rain. We step-forth to save the earth from further slaughter now our mission is upon us.

Colours from mother nature unwind of all the blends my dear mother earth. Transmit your orders, for we shall create timeless shifts. We will filter colours flowing. Forever glowing. Your spirit rises, as it lays itself to rest. There is never only one curve or one page turn. Paper must be re-filled like cotton enriched by laying close to your fingers tips. The touch of your hand is never forgotten. Your hands reach out to embrace the finest skin which will deliver your inner message through time. Your oxygen breaths within the lining of my skin. Your skin lye's to rest upon cotton sheets as cotton blended, having been enriched by keeping a daily diary of our current management. All the entertainment from famous renowned artists of human kinds seek to be at your service.

Thank you kindly for visiting our new Earth Kingdom.

At Your Service Hera Goddess.

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About the Creator

Black Dog Productions

My background is Art In all it's diversities.

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