Pseudo Oman Magic

By Elder Mountain Dreaming – Phoenix Poetry We the golden flying souls, guardians returned to awaken the great Night Mother called Fire. We were offered water to hold one circle and one veil this lifetime. If you should come near us, we only appear as shining light, because our dream bodies are made of storming clouds […]
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