Look upon this scene of pure beauty - the lights of this holy season sparkling - like we do - at this sacred interlude of pre-dawn - oh how precious this landscape, already surreal with special voices, with horns and strings, with lovely twinkling of magical spirits - each vessel converging with a bounty of souls full of promise - oh loves, such a breakwater this Christmas surely is…
A most spiritual time is Christmastide, with the elsprights in a full ethereal chorus of notes on the Eve of the birth of our Savior. Ever and again is the vital need for emergence of the elstate in all of it’s appearances, however fleeting - all the more magical and precious for the starkness of it’s instrinsic brevity in counterbalancing contrast to the eternal continuity of the opposing of the base.
Tis one of those moments in the sphere of happenings where all boundaries are crossed, where all paths weave together - each of us must surely feel it, each in our own separate way - this height of the Christmas pause is at hand - look at each of us, each disparate spirit in an infinite collage of forms - and awesome are the voices that are now sharing in chorus…
On this particular Christmas Eve morn, all are touched by these notes of elevated spirits that are being woven - the ethereal spiders are up with the sunrise, darting and weaving, lovingly stinging in a purely holy invasion of all souls - but to be sure, the depth of their welcome varies with the entirety of range of readiness of the elspright in each and every living form.
A wondrous march of faeries arriving upon this doorstep to the vast metropolis - a wonder more how many sense the true expanse of Ghosts launching deepest notes of inner voices in a collective Carol as this Eve of Christmas commences…
In the lovely vale that is the subject of our tale, one especially targeted by the masters for it’s critical nexus of threat and opportunity - and therefore impact upon the urgent need of this age at the brink - a marvelous assembly of equally lovely souls have already been joined - mated in the truest sense of extreme oneness of knowing - as one they are in awe that is unfolding before them.
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