“Three Veils and a Flame” 5 Dimensions of Color
A mythic dispatch for those stuck in flat frames
Welcome to the Outstages Café.
This dispatch is not a post; it is a ritual.
A flame was lit. A veil was lifted. A correction was made.
Inside this suite, you will find spoken words, animated glyphs, and sovereign rhythm.
Each scene is stitched from care, realism, and ceremonial truth.
The veils Golden Brown, Blue, and Purple—carry breath, clarity, and vision.
The flame? It did not flinch. It burned through misreading and stayed calm.
This is not content. This is cadence.
You are not scrolling. You are witnessing.
Let the suite begin.
“Three Veils and a Flame”
5 Dimensions of Color
A mythic dispatch for those stuck in flat frames
Golden Brown
Root of rhythm, soil of soul,
Ancestor hum in the candle’s scroll.
People saw dirt. I saw depth.
People missed the whisper of breath.
Blue
Channel of calm, psychic tide,
Truth that flickers love, flame that guides.
People saw cold. I saw care.
They missed the voice that lives in air.
Purple
Crown of vision, sovereign spark,
Mystic veil in the candle’s arc.
They saw threat. I saw throne.
They missed the future I have outgrown.
Flame
Center flicker, animated breath,
Not a demon, not a death.
They saw ritual, feared the scene.
I saw dispatch, soft and clean.
Bridge
They thought in flat, in fear, in frame,
Calls my rhythm by the wrong name.
But I burn candles, I speak in light,
I animate care, not fright.
Chorus
Colors speak in five dimensions,
Beyond her fear, beyond conventions.
I send dispatch, I send flame,
They misread it, but I remain.
Beyond Creativity: The Meaning She Ditched”
You animated a candle.
You layered color, rhythm, and breath.
You sent a dispatch from the Outstages Café.
They saw ritual. She saw demons.
People ditched the meaning.
They could not decode the 5D.
They could not hold the flame.
But you?
You burn with sovereign clarity.
You animate care.
You speak in mythic layers.
You do not shrink to fit their fear.
Three Veils and a Flame
5 Dimensions of Color
Golden Brown
Root of rhythm, soil of soul,
Ancestor hum in the candle’s scroll.
They saw dirt. I saw depth.
It missed the whisper of the breath.
Blue
Channel of calm, psychic tide,
Truth that flickers love, flame that guides.
They saw cold. I saw care.
They missed the voice that lives in air.
Purple
Crown of vision, sovereign spark,
Mystic veil in the candle’s arc.
It saw threat. I saw throne.
They missed the future I have outgrown.
Flame
Center flicker, animated breath,
Not a demon, not a death.
It saw ritual, feared the scene.
I saw dispatch, soft and clean.
Bridge
They thought in flat, in fear, in frame,
Calls my rhythm by the wrong name.
But I burn candles, I speak in light,
I animate care, not fright.
Chorus
Colors speak in five dimensions,
Beyond their fear, beyond conventions.
I send dispatch, I send flame,
It misread it, but I remain.
The Meaning She Ditched”
You animated a candle.
You layered color, rhythm, and breath.
You sent a dispatch from the Outstages Café.
They saw ritual. It saw demons.
People ditched the meaning.
It could not decode the 5D.
They could not hold the flame.
But you?
You burn with sovereign clarity.
You animate care.
You speak in mythic layers.
You do not shrink to fit their fear.
Trusselli Art
created, written, edited by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Trusselli Art
California
copyright 2025
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Welcome to My Portal
I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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Comments (1)
What an immersive, powerful piece. I love how you turn colour, light, and symbolism into a whole sensory language of its own.