Suddenly still, they stared - at their newfound fellow warriors - with no words spoken in their center, this urgent vortex they had each, both individually and mutually, created, this mighty anchor a model of holy silence amid the riot of harmful voice all about them.
Each of them, a kind of fellowship they all felt - and shared with looks into each others’ strained eyes - each of these fellows now stood like almighty mountains, at the sparks and flames and smoke, at the craziness that somehow drew each of them together - yes, warriors we are, another quiet exchange of notes enabled by their creation.
The were totally overwhelmed, each of them, just moments ago, now transformed, triggered as one - they each read in the stares of this strange grouping an inner voice of absolute surety - something purely spiritual was touch and moving each of them who somehow, by one of those ever-present other state forces they all know to be with us all the time - these sprights of the ether, with whom they are surely one, brought them out of the madness to this spot
Something about this assembly in this elevated and distinctive bit of loveliness, something about the thoroughly unreal contrast with the ugliness spinning around them, something yet again about this creation of them was truly magical, a holy clarity, a flood of elsprights - elevated embodied invading and filling them all - another totally.
Perhaps the natural strength and prominence of this lil promontory; perhaps a sudden burst of inner bravery and clarity, combined with their inner el-selves telling them this was the moment to shine and stand strong upon high, to carve out a space at once separate yet completely intertwined with the sphere of humanity - and especially on this surreal Twelve Night of madness, to offer in full display the totally of their view of it all, of virtual separation, of infinite states of balance and purpose — and yes, a view of the timelessness of this current clash of extremes.
All of it a gift - theirs received and now offered back - that extra capacity - a blessing and curse - and faced with this sure calamity all around them, an elevation, a recalled strength - a mission and a purpose - drawn together by the gift and grace of such ultimate acceptance and endless and eternal detachment with love for all the sacred souls now swirling around them
Their own Epiphany, their own shared awakening, their own intimacy of knowing sure purpose, now released and empowering, to stand strong against the onslaught and offer hope against the inevitable horrible alternatives - to come together and allow their true el-selves to emerge - to offer their special gifts of infinite understanding and powerlessness combined, to finally find a nexus from which to fully and totally launch their own loving notes across all aspects of reality — a deep sharing - flood of notes of better selves, urgently released, freed, empowered - a Twelve Night Epiphany - a Carol of Ghosts - their shared intimacy - whew…
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