Experiment 79 Ostrich

Dreamweaver - age 79

Enslaved by thought and enraptured by emotion, the souls floated between planes of neither nor. They were deluded and gullible to waves of conflict. Some were harmful, most will be useful but all are purposeful. They need their lighthouse show the path of motivation.

She sees the no beginning and no ending of the planes. She was an observer and felt no distance, depth or distinction to the various mirrors before her. It may have been frightening or overwhelming. She does not wonder where her heart was then. She watches impassively with no sense of how terrible or delirious.

Movement belongs with object and focus, together they highlight the specifics and mutually bring her to it as well as it to her. There are others like her melted into the planes as observers or watchers - the eyes of Xol.

Distant stars in a twilight sky without a dominant sun. Three stars form the markers for three dimensions. Stardust clouds, elemental remnants of an older universe, appear to fade into spatial grids with stellar tags.

Herein a female child is made with powers to take life; herein she rules with the immortal worms to infect this dimension. The crescent moon cuts deep into her body, a plunge of mercy to temper the tempest within. Snow and flowers flow from her fiery blood.

// He is broken in his reality. He claims to be unafraid but she sees his anxiety. Crossing mindstreams as he did is potent. He is attempting to jump levels of consciousness without adequate training or preparation. Many ambitions have plummeted similarly to their ends from such rash notions.

// Prayers alone are insufficient to comfort him or give him peace. She turns to potions and she brews a pill of wisdom gifted from skilled masters to ease his mental suffering. His body builds up gaseous residue as he attempts to purge his inner poisons. He is conflicted between the planes he is navigating. The leeches have him in their grip.

// He had once been her guide and protector when she faced her serpent entity. It was a dire struggle that took her mind and body. It almost violated her psyche. She thought herself deranged then, just as he does now. The invisible watchers stand by them but he seems reluctant to release his new found streams. These shards you play with are dangerous, my friend, she reminds him of the premonitions they shared.

// He tells her of the pentagon of females who protect him; he must save them, they are crucial to the cause, he insists. She is worried and can help him only with sincere supplication for intervention. She knows they will hear her and begin unraveling the confusing threads of his illusion and reality. She has learned to believe and trust her guardians to make contact with his personal guides.

// You have to sleeep, she reminds him. He is nervous and tells her that he has to cast the spell of protection soon. He is taunted by magic makers, he has turned away his guides' help. Rest and then you can cast a better spell, she coaxes him to relax. His mind rewinds a broken loop of his confusion and repeats his fractured reality in cracked mirrors. He thinks himself both insane and wise.

// She keeps him hydrated and breathes a sphere to engage the field complex between them. It will be a few hours before he is relaxed enough to feel safe to drift into deep sleep under the wings of her guardians: Gloria soli deo, angeli.

Her watcher sees far more turbulence in the boy's field. The girl is well taken care of by her guardians who neutralize the boy's aura of delusion before it becomes too concentrated. The girl is taking this event calmly, giving the right amount of attention to the aspects that the boy needs for holding on to his delicate strings of life. She will be ok, he will be fine too.