We are chosen expressions of our own emanations,
From the story sung from the symphony of our heart.
Like an akashic record,
We scribe unto ourselves the story of the world we experience.
For here,
In this hidden chambers of secrets,
Is your own alchemical laboratory,
Not to be healed or fettered,
Derived or deviated,
But emulated in its glorious machinations and creations,
Discovering its depths and expanses to carry and convince itself of what could be.
A demonstration for our evocations before us,
So we might know our own magic to be discovered.
Engaging,
Generating and manifesting the magic of our performance.
Like a force majeure to the soul,
These stories,
If misaligned,
Misalign our life.
Until we weave the space to tell ourselves new stories,
Beyond the measure of others and the sorrows of society,
Here we'll find ourselves.