You’re a Mother, not a magician.
The mountaintop you’ve reached, no one will hear of it.
If they did, they wouldn’t really listen. 
Parent of The New.
There she is: magic, mysticism.
The day-to-day spark is the real art.
The magnitude of the never-ending.
The endurance of transformation.
The allowance, acceptance, pulling under of cycles out of your control. 
Understanding and love.
Know that you are enough.
These heights, we are creating, not making. 
It isn’t madness, the magic of The Unknown.
Faring bravely and boldly into the dark.
The Abyss is meeting our Selves and moving through the pain of the past.
It isn’t real, the terror won’t last.
She is our Mother, the unknowable abyss.
She welcomes us, those who dare to face what has become, but know within what really IS. 
Shephard The New within Her, and in Her name. 
Parents, we are Her.
We guid ourselves and the Future through the abyss.
The day-to-day spark is needed, not the trickery of false magic.

Parent of The New

Lyrics:

Roll me up 
Smoke me like
Im the last backwood you'll have in your life 
Take your time
Fuck me right

I know you've seen a lot of things
That's why we get along so well my darling 
And you know i hate to give you such a hard time
But you know i hate when people look at what's mine
What's mine 
What's mine

Tell me you meant it when you said
There was no one else you were thinking of back then
you say you didn't mean to make me cry 
But i don't believe you sometimes 
sometimes 
sometimes

Sometimes
I wonder
Sometimes 
I wonder 
Sometimes 
It doesn't matter though

Parent of The New

Ether Ember

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