Wisdom Keeper - Cusp of the Fifth Purge

“NOT ANOTHER STEP OR YOU SHALL BE CUT DOWN WHERE YOU STAND!”

Oh - I had done it this time- Followed a spirit guide so deep into the wood I was surely at the mouth of their Kiva.

“Forest Guardian, I mean thee no harm”

I put my hands up in surrender.

“Sounding fancy will not save you from your fate. Now state your pathetic business & be gone peasant human”

Bowing my head to hide my smirk I blow my cover busting out in manic laughter.

“HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH FOUL NOISE IN A SITE SO SACRED!!! GAHH THE SOUNDS OF YOUR SPECIES ARE DESPICABLE!”

“I was sent here & now I laugh for willingly following my own death to this step”

“WHO SENT YOU?”

“Well, I did... sort of”

“Enough riddles!”

With a screech the once barn owl’s face began spinning towards me enveloping everything between the screaming beak & back barn corner in hateful filth submerging its path in sticky darkness.

Ducking just in time ( pun very much intended ) I danced around the darts & dodged the digging talons until at last my lips completed the phrase:

“Curious Intent May Stay Malicious Intent MUST Go AWAY!”

‘Twas a sight beyond what adjectives dare depict as the swirling billows of darkness deflated into emaciated slimy roots, legs & other barely twitching fibers of an entity eternally rotting. Quick metamorphosis consumed the dark yet all hung in slow motion stasis above my gently outstretched fingers.

The owl face now unrecognizable melted into a weeping soul aimlessly wandering the ether till purpose fulfilled.

“Now that you are in a more subdued state how may I serve thee?”

The oozing float pile of filth snorted in a gesture of murky eye-goop souping emotion I suppose could be classified as crying.

Subconsciously I heard quite clearly:

“Peasant human wants to help after being my chi snack?” Dry rasping pathetic attempts at laughter ensued.

Confident in my ability to hold the dark energy subconsciously, I lowered my hands without lowering my gaze.

Inhale Exhale. Inhale Exhale. Inhale Exhale.

Repeating three DEEP cycles of breath before thought- my racing heart calming though I did not allow my face to show any indicator of emotion... I would never give this misguided demon delight in my terror & at that it would only feed him.

Still in Silence I let time slip off to submerge myself in the ache & hurt of the entity before me. Snarling shadows dissipated off the being’s core augmenting their reality as they passed through the barrier.

I wept holding space in the healing cradle of my energy. Scenes of devastation of this spirit’s forest by the cruel hand of the colonist. Woe & fear shed from the third eye of the now illuminated melted face before me... Morphing in midair the bird skull smeared into that of a rodent.

A lost soul masking as an Owl God.

Again my face now weeping tears shed not a drop of emotion. No pity nor sympathetic woe crossed my frontal lobe as my mission was simply to let what must be flow.

I raise my hands this time with my arms outstretched heart chakra open.

“You are loved & therefore are of Love”

A BURST of rainbow hues poured from the etheric mass before me! A delight of water color incandescent peace glittered the old barn walls in a glistening northern light ombré.

Finally laughter interrupted my stone stoic expression as the environmental pressure eased around us. Jubilantly I gazed into the innocent eyes of my attacker having redirected the aggression with compassion.

A pink winged mouse fluttered before my eyes- never have I encountered a fluttering mammal before.

Telepathically one last transmission of a time when mice & owls flew together in sphere 3 of the 4 Ethers before the fifth purge filled my mind with wonderment. This was my gift for aiding a soul in need.

Lastly I heard “Thank you voidwalker lost was I in the e-motion of hatred.”

With that the little flapping beast was off & I returned to my real purpose of being out at this hour.

My prior night’s dream.

I knelt where I stood & placed my hands to the face of my Mother. My vision whirled & i again was in the nest chamber of the Owl God I visited in the astral the night’s sleep before last.

I knelt slightly panting & brought myself back to my bed time astral projection routine. I am meticulous but safe.

I watch myself double checking I am indeed in dream state :

Confirm ring is missing to deduce this is an astral travel

(knowing the difference in realities is about noticing the details.)

Smelling the air- nothing yes this is a vision.

(Typically I don’t smell my dreams thank goodness)

State purpose. Focus. Surrender into the Simulation.

I watched myself speak my dream monologue “I seek help for surface Earth during the year of Great Disclosure! Please the spirits & humans are now on the same plane those of us that have always been able to communicate must help build bridges in this chaos!”

I felt the same heart sinking emptiness as we wandered around the nest seeing the most incredible trinkets, maps, music & treasures all carefully extracted from the human race for their own good... our own good I suppose? I never quite identified with humans. My thought scape shared with my dreaming self was interrupted by the Owl Deity entering the nest chamber in my Lucid dream.

Wisdom Keeper’s feathers of gold & precious metals were self-illuminated by the glowing stone core in their clear quartz rib cage.

Our following conversation took place in physical silence as most chats do with the ancients.

“Welcome Voidwalker. Your invitation to view this sacred nest comes with grave responsibility. The Ether spheres are shifting again surely to invert reality as all know it. Here at the cusp of the fifth purge we have selected a small batch of you to wake early & begin The Becoming Bond.”

A crash came on my end of the astral chain and the vision began to blur as my body jolted harshly back to the mundane muck of the 3D.

Waking from dreaming always feels like falling from Home.

My last glimpse of worry flashing over the owl eye hollows of galactic swirls that bid me farewell.

I let my replay of the dream keep going seeing myself wake.

SMACK. I hit HARD back into my bones with a thud. My Earthen eyes spring alert & lock in front of me squinting in the darkness. The dogs howl scratching the inside screen of the cabin door - I trip over them as I dash to the table to light a protection candle.

“Too many days of darkness” my lover Cypress joins beside me. He lights the candle & wraps a blanket around me.

“Curious Intent May Stay Malicious Intent MUST go away” I repeat chanting in the tongue of the damned & breathe deeply as the spitting energies cease circling the salt line - the dogs quieted still hair stood upon end. Snarling & hissing filled our ears and began to dim indicating the growing distance between us & whatever they were.

“What the hell is 2021.” Cypress stated the question devoid of emotion as he tipped the final drop from the water jug.

Getting more required finding more water... city power & connects seemed like aeons ago at this point. Since time abandoned us everything felt endless.

I remember it sounded like a dream, the spirit realm merged with the land of the living... our salvation they called it when the dead returned to bring on the Dawn of Aquarius... what a joke. The portals opened & out has flooded the misguided before the wise.

I let the dream, the waking & the moments that followed playback in my mind as I knelt panting slightly from redirecting the darkness of the rodent masked demon.

I checked in with my body starting with my feet very much aware of how far I had stepped outside the salt lines to seek the Owl Spirit from my dreams!

One last thought before I stood back up to check my surroundings.

WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING BEING OUT HERE?! Of course my dreams were overseen by outsiders tainting the truth of vision. How could I have been so careless in these times?! AND AGAIN WHY DID I THINK TO COME HERE?!

The Awkward Silence after one yells at one’s self forced a chuckle out of me. I used the comedic relief to stand.

I turned disheartened eyelids barely peeled ignoring the stalking purple skies till I crossed the salt line- my pace quickened as I headed downhill from the old tobacco barn. I jumped the dry creek bed at last crossed the line feeling the gravity of lost souls lifted from my shoulders.

My German Shepherd bounded towards me slack-jawed & joyful as if the sky had always rained demons & fetch still reigned supreme.

We strolled together, my dog Kida & I through the lines of shriveling gardens, alien plant life we could not identify & paused to check the Spring... or rather the hand dug ditch & palm laid stones around the dry hole reeking of sulfur.

Kida’s head was down investigating the putrid hole when he let out a long low bellowing growl as the scent of springtime filled my nostrils as the Earth opened in a doorway arch. Out of the portal came the Owl God & without a moment to lose my head was filled with vision & the voice of the Wise One.

“A Becoming Bond is that between those born & those of beyond. It is a life of service to misguided spirits & any soul that is in need”

I focused my thoughts on two categories opening my subconscious for the owl to view.

I shared visions of me helping spirits long before we neared the fifth purge. I showed my tiny trembling child from singing to dark spirits- not a hero just as a walker between worlds. My necromantic journey was always survival based. I then showed the Owl Spirit my many encounters simultaneously while asking for help... I envisioned me trading my etheric services for our natural spring to flourish, our gardens to return & our fruit saplings to bloom.

“Do you consent to being one of The Bonded Becoming?”

Trust. All I could do was trust in this process- trust in this spirit to aid in this limbo post-apocalyptic world.

“Yes.” I commanded aloud!

“May your Soul be of Service to all life forms of spirit & tangible flesh.” and with that the avaitory master soared.

Kida snapped at the whirling mixed metallic entity traveling skyward. Clawing confused souls chased the golden owl to the galaxy barrier at the top of our sphere & fell back to Earth in such a crash my salt line blew everywhere.

In one fluid motion I rolled onto my knees then up into a RUN Kida of course at my heels we kept salt for horses in the back shed of the cabin. I could feel the grass growing beneath my pace & pauses only for a moment to gawk at the Garden of Eden growing Jack’s Beanstalk style with rich fruits dropping to roll down the hill. I escorted Kida inside then let the back of my head rest against the shut door.

Salt in hand I awaited my first haunting guest - grateful for food to fill me should I survive.