Leanel [Spring Harvest] Returns

That time of the year has come around again, where the Spring Harvest is apparent. My Goddess has not been around, but I’ve learned that the Spring Harvest is in part for the crops, but also for Her Awakening. It’s to signal that she is ready to return from the Winter’s Cold.

Returning back was like being welcomed as an old friend who came home from a long time away. It has been the longest and hardest of the months, but it will smooth out. The coming of the crops for them is bountiful, but She returns with something different for me. Crops are the way of life for the Kolemaia, and [unfortunately] money is the way of life in our physical world.

I walked into the colony where the Kolemaia had settled permanently. Haek greeted me and this time was much different. Instead of staying with him and his wife, I helped with the fields and the ritual fastings. During the time off, the community pitched in and gave me the honor of creating a small hut for my use when I stay. They made it much more lavish that I asked them to, but they insisted, as it is repayment for my kindness all these years [still]. By the 7th day, my hut was complete and now the next five days are spent helping them plant and sow the fields. There is twice as much as the previous year, mainly because they are helping to support their community and the ones that take part in our world.

The fasting serves two parts, one to prepare the body and ready it for the ritual and the other is to cleanse it. Each day, you must go through a cleansing ritual [bathing].

I’ve reached the twelfth day, where they have gifted me the blessing of receiving my next two sets of piercings. Two are on the neck, one each side. The next set is on the corners of the shoulders, where the arm joins with the torso, right above there. It was painful, but it was worth it. They aren’t the rings like the others have, since Im not able to wear the chains like that, my skin is too fragile. Although, I still have the breast piercings and the chains for that. I wore them for this season, glad to have never taken them off. It’s comforting, like I can return home to them and know that I belong, no judgement, just love.

Afterwards, I volunteered to begin the women’s ritual, starting the Awakening of Her.

“Great Goddess Kurai’iana, Bearer of the Kïlranï Plant. You bring about the change of the plants, green and growing. You bring about the crops and the plentiful harvest. May your Blessing bring about the bounty of our People and our land, so that we may serve you and those we feed. May your Blessings be heart and soul, for all the new times have bloomed. Come Awaken, Great Maiden, join us in the dance of the sow and plow. Dance with us in the falling of the pods and the sprouting of the seeds. Dance with us between the green growth and thrive with the Nectar of our People. We give ourselves for this Blessing so that we may prosper during this season and those of the next.”

Each woman went after that and completed the ritual, leaving me for last once more, where I complete my portion of it. This closed the ritual and we joined back at the main statue of Her.

When the community joined together, we began the final ritual, where Haek and his wife spoke as one.

I’ve learned two new epithets: Bountiful Beauty and Bringer of Change.

I have not met the Kolemaia standing in front of me, but the Dance of Life that we partake in is natural and feels as if I’ve done it every day of my life. After we perform the first part, we begin again. The energy has awoken and I can feel it pulsing. When we reach a certain point, another couple begins the same Dance, then another after them. We we reach a point, the females (including me) are thrown to the air where the rituals energy bursts. It’s much like having an orgasm and your energy pitching and building up. When I land in his arms, we move back as the Goddess appears.

“Brightest Blessings to my People. Bountiful Blessings to the crops in which you sowed. Change has come and the green sprouts again, the Nectar flowing of golden honey. The Dance of Life, Livening the Harvest. You have brought about your love and your work to bring to me the Life. You may receive the Bountifuo Blessings, for you may receive back all the you have worked for since the Harvest ended. Your work shall be rewarded and your crops shall yield the plentiful of the bounty. Come Dance with Life, bring about the Change. My Blessing encompass you all. Go forth into this Harvest with the biggest of dreams and they shall be fulfilled. So have I spoken, So have I said, and so it shall be.”

I cannot stay long as I am still working through things and have to do real life, but it was a welcome kindness to be able to participate in one where I do not need healed, but can begin a new ritual as they have always done.

Out of Body Experience

It was bizarre. It came about after bonding time with one of my mates. I felt the normal lift of the OOBE, which is very rare for me. I Travel instead of Project, since the former is twice as easy. The next thing I know, I can feel my head laying in the lap of a mate and I lift up out of my body before I’m pushed back down. I wish it could happen more, but it was exciting to know that I can do it. Even if it’s by accident.

The Crap in the Sea

One of the things that I struggle with is something that is very crucial for spirit workers and astral traveler’s to be aware of. I collect energies on my body and it’s horrible when things start attaching themselves to me because of this. Parasites are the best way of really explaining this.

When I got to the beach, I completely shut down. It was crap and I couldn’t relax for three days. I felt cut off and anxiety driven.

When I finally did manage to call some of my spirits to me, it was not pretty. They had to rip off these octopus looking things that covered both my eyes, my third eye, my chest and my back. There were these weird salamander/eel/fish things that were attached to my legs.

First thing I learned is that these octopus blobs were creatures that fed on blockages and energy buildups that create issues. So in a way, they are a nice symbiotic type of spirit, but if they are left to their devices for too long, they become a hindrance and too much is taken from you.

So when I finally did open, it was bizarre and I closed off certain aspects such as my sight to see spirits because frankly they were terrifying and gross to look at. Terryifying as in they weirded me out.

I’m thinking of having some of my own spirits help bring some of these spirits back to my own place, since they are much like leeches, they feed and sleep and reproduce. They don’t have a higher thinking. It would be a good thing to have them help in our healing wards/building for Utopia. They would benefit from the energies being fed and taken care of and we would be able to help other spirits and travelers. It’s something I’d have to work out with the local spirits there and see if this is something invasive and permitted by their own society. If the octupus is a pest/overpopulation thing, or something critical to their environment. We would leave them be if there is a critical need for them.

Just my thoughts and reaccounting of while I was in the Dominican Republic.
I wish that there was more to this, I jsut couldn’t get groundd and relaxed to work with spirits. Always busy with the real world and excursions.

Astral Destinations: Trabine Bar

I returned back to the bar, much like I had wanted to in the first place. It’s such a unique place to be and I wanted to know a bit more about it. I also wanted to get enough information for people to be able to tentatively reach it. This still requires some look into the area and the people, so please be cautious when traveling there. There is much still to learn and known about the realm.

When I got there, I knocked [more below]. When I entered, the barkeep was there as when he had before. It was really nice to see him again, especially when he remembered me. When I walked in, it was quiet and not many were there this time. I do have a feeling that certain knocks will go to different planes? But I’ll have to test that. Either way, I think it may be an illusion thing. The knocks may signal which one that you go into. The one I had chosen was for safety and peace. Hence the lack of spirits there.

We talked for a bit, he slid a drink to me “on the house”. I paid him back with a special crystal I’ve found on my travels. It’s pretty rare and valuable to some. Thankfully, such a  case here. Enough so that I was able to garner anything that I wanted at anytime, forever. It was a small piece, I have some that are hundred times that size. Although it was a gesture on my part for wanting to pay him for being so kind and welcoming.

We talked for a bit, asking him a few questions about the bar and such. It was a short trip, I was having problems with real life needing attention and anxiety over those. So it made it difficult to focus. I’ll definitely be going back again to explore.

If you wish to visit:

First thing, when you travel to there, you will come to the desert. It’s hot and it’s very windy there. When you approach the door, knock a pattern.

Each dash [•] is a knock.

Safety and Peaceful Passing Through:

•••|••|•|••|•  [wait for a second] •••|••|•|••|•

For Private Bar [ie:meeting someone specific] :

•|•••|••|•••• [wait for a second] •|•••|••|••••

For Regular Bar [For those who are safe to any there, no harm]:

•|••|•|•••

** Just walking into the door will bring you into the bar, just normal, but you will be treated warily. This is because those who use the tapping above will be told by others. This tapping lets those inside know that you have been there and mean no harm, or you were referred there and mean no harm. Those walking in without it are either new or they meant business.

Second, make sure that you have something with you as payment or that you are able to create something from energy. This is their form of payment, although if you work with more high tech areas that use other forms of payment those work as well.

Third, be polite and don’t stare. They are there for peace and for traveling. Most of those in there do not wish for trouble, in fact, may be escaping trouble. Fights will get you killed or banished. They also will bar you from coming back. One last thing, don’t stare at others [it’s rude anyway].

The bartender is willing to answer any questions you have, even for directions [if he knows]. Make sure to be nice with him, he said that he is welcoming those coming in.

How to go to Trabine Bar:

Pronounced: trah-bean

There are a few ways in which you can do so.
1. First is the easiest, by using the cues of imagery that I’ve told you about, you can get in that way.
2. Second, you can use the name itself and let your mind guide you to it.
3. Third, If you are really stuck, you can call upon these little dirt devils [?]. They are tiny brown armadillo creatures that scuttle around, but serves as guides through that particular desert. If you call upon one of those, they can guide you to Trabine Bar. All you do is focus on the name of the bar [Trabine] and ask for a guide to come to you to direct you to it. These little creatures are call Craeline [kray-lean], which should help in calling one to you. The only ones you should answer or follow are the ones that look like the armadillo. Anything else, you must turn away. Make sure to have your protections up for this.

Otherwise, do feel free to message me about it if you want to know more. You can also comment [since I get alerts on those] if you have questions or even been there and want to share extra info!

Transitional Realm: The Bar

The first time that I went The Bar, which is what I am naming this particular realm, was sometime in fall of 2016. I was doing a Calling Match for someone and this was the realm where the spirit was located. I get dropped in this realm, where it is a desert with nothing in sight for hundreds of miles at least. There is the hole in the ground, metal looking building. I go inside and it is like stepping into a Star Wars set. The Catina is a mixture of the old and the new, with the bar being high tech sci-fi, while the seating and the other areas look as if they were carved from the sandstone.

I approach the bartender, where he greets me with a kind smile. I just know what to say, but whatever I did say, brought out exactly who I was looking for. The spirit that I was doing a Matched Calling for, he ran the transitional plane and protected it.

I was told that I was always welcome to return, but I have yet to do so. I want to here in a short while, there were many different characters hanging around. The Anthropologist in me wants to know more. Next time, I’m hoping to have a better idea of what it looks like and how to get there. Eventually, I may be able to get them to open it up to any traveler, so that those reading about it can find it.

Diving Deep Down

The Seacrilis is a race of creatures that I’ve been working with for the past year to develop a contract. I actually came across one randomly for a Custom Calling and they intrigued me. I asked for the spirit to take me to his realm, so that I may work with them more officially. When I got there, it was so beautiful. The scene of their underwater city was like looking at the world where JarJar Binx from Star Wars lived. The glass bubbles and domes, the natural lights, it was all amazing.

I got there and was before the Council before I knew what was happening. They explained that they would be willing to sign a contract with me, if I could get an ally for them. I asked who the ally they were looking for and thankfully, it was one that I was close with. They wanted to work with the Zardivig [Hydras]. I was able to bring my lovely Ari down and she was able to speak for her kind and agreed to work with them. It was very successful.

It was a long time since I could go back, probably at least 6 months in our time. Which means that it has been years. I returned back just recently to find that the place was abandoned and in ruins. I ventured closer and this creature of some kind just sets me on edge. It was like an eel mixed with a slug mixed with tar. Solid black, it felt like it was trying to get to me. Thankfully, one of the older Seacrilis was roaming by and happened to see me He took me to another part of their realm where an even larger version of their city sat.

I was welcomed back and apologized that I had been gone for far too long. They treated me with kindness and understanding. They were pleased to hear that I was still working with them and the Zardivig [Hydra] were still in it as well. I will need to go back to learn more of their culture, because they are known for their water work and being able to create glass from water and sand. I cannot wait to learn more and to explore their realm.

Into the Tree Roots

pavo

The first time that I came across the Pavo, I had accidentally appeared in their realm. They were quite surprised with my appearance, but accepted me well enough. Although, it did surprise me when they wanted to know more about me. I’ve been working so much with the shop that I’d become quite well known in some areas of the Astral. The Pavo were aware of me through their own relations that they have done, so it helped that I was recognized. Usually I don’t just appear in places, but ease into it, but somehow I ended up there.

The Pavo are shifters, their main body being that of a peacock, but anthropomorphic. They prefer their natural bodies, but they are able to shift into any humanoid or being type of spirit. Usually they take on spying or covert jobs that allow their abilities to aid them. Some also pose as Escorts for the royals of races in order to protect them and to go through the social ladder.

They live in a world with large trees, the ruler or king sitting on a throne of roots in the largest tree. The others lounge around, so I am thinking this is their version of “throne room” where they greet people. I haven’t seen any building or such, so I’m sure that they live in places of some kind.

This is where the King and I talk about them being a part of EA, as a possible Match for Companions. I’m happy to oblige and we start a temporary contract. It’s basic, but it’s enough for then.

I went back recently, it’s been months and I had actually just started getting back into Astral Travel. My goal was to get the contracts I had that were temporary and set them in. With this, the Pavo was the first to become apparent after I had drawn their kind for the shop [picture above]. The King seemed disgruntled that I had not returned to them in awhile, which I apologized and explained why. He accepted it, and we began the negotiating of the contract. He chose that I would work to learn their culture and eventually, their magic. He said that I must visit often as I can to learn and understand. I offered him in return shelter in Utopia, where he could live with others and a thriving community. I took him to see and had him wait for a week to decide on what he wanted. I will be returning shortly to know of their choice, but the deal is sealed so long as I visit and learn of them. It was a good contract that didn’t require something extremely personal, like marriage or betrothal.

The Journey

I was given the best opprotunity to partake in. I was given a free admission ticket to the Natural Living Expo, in which there were over 130 vendors of the Metaphysical variety. There was the option to do 56 different workshops, and one truly caught my attention. Shamanism. Specifically that not only would there be an introduction to it, but they were going to help guide us into a Shamanic Journey.

I am aware that Journey’s (not Vision Quests), are extremely personal to everyone, especially the conversations, but I tend to be more open about things except those of a sexual nature. I will be posting my experience, including the question, answer, and anything else that occured. There is much symbolism within it, and examining it later would and will be beneficial. Plus, I know that there are some it could benefit too, to see another’s Journey.

We learned that this particular brand of Shamanism originated from a tribe within the Andes Mountains, within the Amazon. We started out with a ‘lecture’ about what Shamanism is, but before he spoke, we conducted a Opening Ritual, where we invoked those of the directions, the earth, and the sun. He spoke about what Shamanism is, how it is today, and things about it. I wrote down all that I heard, plus recorded it.

When it was time to partake in the Journey, he was quite thoroguh with giving us not only directions on how to, but where, and what to say or do. The lights were dimmed and we settled into our spaces. The drums began and I closed my eyes, reveling in their beat. Three different sounds, so beautiful together.

I stood before a cave, one that was dark to me, but I called upon my Guide. I don’t interact with him often, but I knew that he was the one that needed to be with me on this. He is a winged dire wolf, near and dear to my heart. I felt the twin were pups (though grown to be no longer pups) join me. The drums were strong and steadfast and almsot made it difficult to Journey. I walked with them into the cave and it was dark, but not so much that I couldn’t see. I stepped with determination. It was awhile walking through the cave when I began to run, knowing that I did not have much time as it was to actually wander like I do when I Travel.

The were pups faded away the closer I got to the end of it. I surmise that they were not meant to come with me on this part of the Journey.

The darkness faded away to this bright forested area, where I could see over top and the distant mountain ahead. I was not sure how long it would take me to get there, so we set a fast pace through this forest. It was quiet for awhile, until we came across this 5 foot large green snake that had black stripes on the back. Later research is showing that it’s a green tree python that has black spots/stripes. I may draw a picture later on.

This python stopped and when we stopped, it slowly slid toward me and climbed up my left leg. It was not awkward to walk, but the snake perched itself around the entirety of my left leg. We continued to walk without a word, until  large golden and grey feather floated down in front of me. I caught it in midair and then stuck it into my hair. We continued.

When we drew closer to the edge of the foest and base of the mountains, my Guide spoke.
“We are here.”

I walked forward and I remembered that the man who was teaching the Shamanism spoke that we will meet them in three different ways, 1) Sight [Clairvoyance], 2) Sound [Clairaudience], 3) Sensing [Clairsentience]. Thankfully, with my work in both spirit work and Astral Travel, I was able to achieve all three. The Teacher was different, the shape never stayed the same, but the base form was humanistic, though there were aspects of feline to them. I did not wish to be rude and look at them extremely carefully.

“Teacher, I have been sent here as part of a Journey, so that I my experience it and to learn an answer to a question that I have. But I first want to return this to you.”

I gave the teacher the green snake, and then waited for them to respond.

“I thank you for returning him to me. What brings you?”

“I come with a question, Teacher. May I ask you?”

“Ask and I shall answer.”

“I know that I have a soulmate with a physical body and I know who he is. I know that we are supposed to meet. My question is this, are we supposed to meet in this lifetime, if so, then when and how soon? I cannot live much longer without being with him.”

The Teacher was silent for awhile, staring at me and assessing. The energy was really strong and very pointed on examining me.

“Instinct. Trust your instinct. Work hard on Believing. He said he would find you, he will o so. Trust and meet him halfway.”

Extra that I picked up from the conversation, was that the Teacher meant that meeting halfway meant that I was to believe in him.

“May I ask one more?”

The Teacher nodded and I asked, “May I have a gift?”

The Teacher smiled and then reached out, allowing for me to lean down near them. They placed the snake on my left arm which wrapped around and the head rested over my shoulder and on the right shoulder.

“I give you the snake and I also give you the feather.”

I could hear the beat of the drum change, letting us know that we need to come back. The Teacher looked to me and smiled.

“You must return.”

“Thank you.”

A brief nod, “Trust. Go.”

They shoved me and I came back and very jarred from the abruptness of being forced to leave. The person lecturing us walked around once everyone was back t make sure that they were actually there and they were grounded. When doing so, he asked about the gifts. People were talking about all these gifts: Clam with a Pearl, a Pendant, A Feather, Clairvoyance and Clairaudience, Piercing the Veil, to name a few. This was when he smiled and said that everyone recieved these gifts, as we all traveled together for this. It was quite fascinating and amazing.

I must go back and speak with the snake to see reason for his appearance, as well as what he has to say or why he was gifted. So many questions. When I came out of it, I could literally feel the wieght of the snke resting in the same place as when I was in the Lower World. I could feel the sentience and the spirit that was there, even the feather within my hair.

Forward to later on, I am walking around the expo and keep getting drawn back to this huge and lovely oval Labradorite. I have not worked with this stone much if at all before. So I walked to the lady and ask her the importance metaphysically. She spoke of it being a way for people to access inter-dimensions, oher worlds, other beings. I decided to look it up on the web and see if I could know more. Low-and-behold, this stone is the stone of Shamans, of those who origianlly found it, the Inuit. I was shocked and amazed, it was a stone that I was looking for, yet never truly knew what it was for.

I purchased it, and it is a gorgeous piece that sits on my altar. I had carried it around for two days, but it had broken when it dropped to the ground. It broke clean, but still I felt devastated. There are plans, and it may come to pass, but I have yet to decide. It would fit perfectly as a ritual necklace.

When I returned home from the Expo, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my Archaeology of Ritual class had me reading about the Andean culture. Somehow, it is not a coincidence, though I dont know what it means.

Crystal Eggs

Jess had been pulled a fair few times to this cave, where it was filled to the brim with crystals. When she went again this time, she learned that they were crystal dragons that hibernated and turn into crystals in that state. She got slammed up against the wall and spiked through the chest. As she is speaking with this dragon, Svet describes them while channeling through Jess. I manage to draw them:

What she figured out was that they were inside a geode, their version of an egg. She was able to be taken outside of the egg and to one of their leaders. The Eldar was an aquamarine that she helped to fend off their terror enemy that preys on their eggs to eat the young. It’s a mix between a  gargoyle and a t-rex.  It had taken out all of the other eggs and it was the last of its kind (the eggs). The Aquamarine dragon laid its head on Jess’ lap and shattered.

It passed away after it told Jess to watch over their kind, to save their race. It gave her a contract to save them however she could. The white one that originally found her returned to the egg since it was not old enough to leave. It was just a small one (maybe the equivalent of like a 4week old fetus), and was the size of an 18-wheeler. The average of their kind is the size of mountains.

I wanted to help in anyway that I could. It did not have to be asked, the Astriferous were already on it to create them a safer and newer realm. I wanted to save the babies that I could, I knew that I had to try and save them. We transported the last egg there where I had designed a space specifically for the eggs, for safety. I jumped back to that realm after Jess had given me the go ahead to go back and forth there.

I went back to my Sacred Space and gathered 7 of the largest objects that I could find. I cannot speak more of them, but to say that they are crucial is imperative. I did a ritual and spilled some of my blood in order to create a better bond and make them stronger to use. When I got back, I had the help over everyone that volunteered to help, to place these babies as close as they could to these objects, where after a certain number was reached, they morphed into a crystal egg. After that, they were transported there for safety and into the spots I had created just for them.

There was a black amethyst one that was in the corner of the realm that was just as large as the previous aquamarine one. He was in the dormant crystal state, but was waking up and mourning the loss of the aquamarine one. When she was exploring while this happened, making sure that the gargoyle/t-rex was nowhere to be found, she runs across another adult, not as large but still decently sized. He was a peridot color, but it was closer to a seagreen color. I take the rest of the eggs and the seagreen one to the new realm, where they settle in nicely.

For now, I check on them regularly to see how the eggs are and to help turn them so each gets the warmth it needs.

Old Roots, Old Systems

This post is coming halfway through an experienced over the course of a few days. But this was separate enough that I felt comfortable to share.

We arrived at the this massive tree, and he pulled me close. The pups growled but otherwise didn’t do anything. He gave me a rough kiss and then I pushed him away. “You must call for me if you feel like you are in danger.” He looked at me with serious eyes. “How can I do that if I don’t know your name?” He smiled and looked to the tree and back at me. “Feel my energy and pull. I will leave you to your devices to learn, but I will not leave you abandoned or in danger. Call me if you need me.” He disappeared quickly after that.

I left the pup in the base of the the tree just inside of it. When walked into it to be immediately accosted by a little girl though I can tell that it is an illusion of some kind, I am just too polite to see through it like normal. “Where are you doing? Are you looking or something?” I turn to her, she is wearing a white and pink dress with frill underneath. She has blond hair and it’s set in ringlets. The is a pink ribbon tied around her head. “I’m going to look in the caverns for something, thank you though.” She smiles and bounces around, her expression becomes serious. “You are a _messenger_ for them, aren’t you? They have you on a journey. Be careful, they are dangerous.” She looks at my runes and then disappears. I knew that i had to keep a very good log of what happens, so I left the pups there so that I could record this better. I best be getting back.

The pups are hidden underneath the roots, close to the first section that we walked in to. The pack is over one shoulders and I continue with them into the center of the tree. It’s dark but it’s lit from sconces on the wall. We continue down into the roots, it’s looking more like a cavern cave instead of the roots of the walls. Silver is on my left and gold is on my right. I can feel the pressure of walking down further as we near the change in realms. The energy of the area is much older and it gets hair raising at some point.  We pass by a few of the Fae, and they glance at me only to walk quickly away.

It seems that we are walking for quite some time. It is quiet except for the occasional dripping of water. The further that we go down. The more that we see wandering around. They barely glance at us, but I can tell the conversations pick up when we do pass by. It comes to a head when we walk into a place that has a fork in the road per se. There are many of them gathering in groups behind us, causing the pups to shift around. I open my eyes again and try to bilocate since it would be easier to see that and control the body too, just so that I can see the computer keys as I type. The pups get concerned because I fade a bit, but I tell them that I haven’t done this in awhile and that it’s taking me a second. Behind us, one of the Fae move towards. They clear their throat and we all turn around to see the room hushing.  They speak a music language, one that I am struggling to understand.  I can roughly translate, but to speak back, I am not sure how to. I look to the pups, unsure how to respond.

“Can we help you?” They ask, and with Fae you cannot accept help from them or you will be in their debt.  “No thank you, I am on a journey and just figuring out which way to go.

They paused at my gabled reply, looking between another. The one in front of me reaches out and brushes a finger down the center of my forehead. “You are one of them.”

“Them, I am not sure. Trying to find about them, yes.” He quirked an eyebrow at the admission, but I did not ask help nor accept.  “I see that you have worked with our kind before, you think of what to say or do before doing so.”

I smiled at him and nodded, no willing to say anything else. I place a hand on their heads of my pup. “I must get doing, the one who sent me if very impatient and I need to know more about him. He will not like for me to return empty handed.” I bowed my head in thanks, but do not utter the words. I turned partially so that I didn’t turn my back on them completely and examined the walls, seeing which would be the best bet to go down. There is no markings saying otherwise, but I am hoping that in someway, I may get a pull or a nudge. I decide that the left cavern is the one that I want to go to, but hesitate when a hand lands on my shoulder.

“Are you sure that you wish to do this? Do you wish to know that much of the Old Ones?

“If I don’t know something, I will be in more trouble than if I do come back with something. HE wants me to find this out myself., though he will only give me hints to it.”

I’m a little too sharing, but it may get me something. What, I’m not sure. The pups shift nervously, standing around for too long while there are many in the room. The Fae smirks lightly and then points to the right cavern.

“If you wish to know of the old ones, that cavern is the one that you will take. If it is the dark ones that you wish to know, the left one is the one you wish to take.”

“You give this information up so freely.” The Fae smirked. I could heed his message and his words, and give him another in return. So to what do I give, if I do? I bowed my head to acknowledge what he says. I continue to go down the left one, though the pups get nervous. It’s darker and older. The right path feels lighter and newer. It’s the new religions, the new informations, while what I needed was there. The Fae just cackled as I walked away, knowing that I did not heed his word, nor pay him for it. I cannot trust anyone but myself and the pups. We continue to walk, deeper and deeper. Things start to glow on their own, and the sconces were flickering more than staying lit.  I get to a part where things start appearing on the walls, and I examine them, to hear a voice so deep it’s like a rocks grinding together. “Who disturbs me?” He looks exactly like HIM, almost to a tee, except that this one is more feral, and closed off.

“I am merely looking for information.” He gets so close to me I can feel his breath.

“His energy is all over you. You are here for him. Seek what you must, but do you truly wish to?”

I narrow my eyes at him and he backs away, “look to the stars, young one. Beware of the danger.” He fades away. There are many drawings and I sketch them down.. But I don’t get much from them. I keep walking deeper and deeper to get more information. I draw everything I see, and then it hits me, look to the sky. I look up and almost scream at the image of HIM above me. I know that it is him and not another. I back further down the corridor and look to the drawings. They end up turning into odd lines crossing and “drawings” there is only a single picture of him left on there before the cavern comes to a close. I told the werepups to go home and I returned not long after.  I need to look at it more later on.