BrynNinjin

   The illuminated, crescent moon shines through the window into my room and onto me. I am sitting at my desk, staring at the blank pages in my notebook waiting for words to emerge. I am feeling the difficulty of expressing my thoughts clearly on the page. While I am writing, I am watching myself wiggle and squirm; searching for the sentences that say what I want. I am particularly passionate when I press my pen to the page and through poetic devices express myself. There is a lamp placed between my face and page. The light is like an all-knowing entity that never criticizes me; the light can only guide me like a blind man's ca

Can you tell me where Darkness is made? From whence sparked this light? How is nothing meant to be displayed if it may not be something truly? What is Silence? I have heard it as I have heard violins. I am tested as science is. Why is this mentioned? Stay calm and I will show you my intentions. These sentences are sent through séances to your senses; contained endless energy. Essentially this is what was said to me. This is the center-piece of Elohim; a symphony of infinite ascension seeming to be a sea full of entities set to be free. Eventually you will see this is the essence of the message: the lessons that are unfurled to be learned