Chronicles

[Cianne]

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Lessons: Teachings of Kayasisis: Finding my Spirit Companion - The Bond
Legend: Kayasisis -- Cianne--Lenguriel--Nugget--Verily--Mistikawiy

Basin High Road - Middle Basin
Cianne noticed Kayasisis was on the Basin High Road and joined him there.


Cianne smiles up at the sloth totem

I want to call her Mother for some reason, what is your word for Mother?

Something...eha, it was okawiy. Mother. Nikawiy, my mother. Kikawiy, your mother. Otanis, daughter.

Cianne nods and smiles

* At this time we were joined by Lenguriel*

Leguriel iskwew? Do you see the totem-motif of the baby-bundle climber all along the walls here? Above us?
She climbs, has a black nose, and looks down at us from the side as she climbs.

Hmmm, I do see a creature, but exactly a sloth. More like a large lizard.

She has one arm outstretched.

With a night cap on her head, eha, Cianne? Kayasisis flashes a smile.

Cianne nods and chuckles..Yes, a nightcap.

*At this time they were joined by Nugget & Verily, Cianne had two storms in a row, the conversation continues on her return from the second storm*

Nugget turns around and looks up trying to find what Kayasisis is looking at.

My apologies, I don't know why this is happening.

Welcome back again, M'Lady?

Verily nods in greeting and smiles

Cianne holds to the wall let's hope...

Nugget keeps looking up and falls backwards on their back and giggles

Cianne looks up to the totem Apologies Okawiy.

Hopefully before you are struck by another storm, allow me to introduce myself. I am Verily, a new member of the Teaching Council.
Verily speaks a little faster than usual and gives an elaborate bow.

Nice to meet you Verily

Cianne smiles and chuckles softly

You see him yes, Nugget? He--you--hides a bit left, looking out, yes?

The pleasure is mine, if you'd like to stick around.Verily grins

Nugget jumps up and puts both hands to their mouth and giggles in them.

I'll do my best!

Maybe it a Nugget friend!

Yes, I think so.

Kayasisis says in a low voice aside "Mistik is tree, by the way, Cianne.


Ohh, I like that.

The totem tells me that your spirit resides here as part of this plane, Nugget. A place which accommodates you and your dream, an invitation to play and romp and study here.

Cianne smiles and looks up to the totem. MistikOkawiy

Nugget like this plane! Nugget like to dig.

Apologies, Verily iskwew. I am usually too busy being a student to be taught correctly.
Kayasisis' gaze dances with mirth and mischief.

I don't think there is such a thing as being taught correctly, Sir

Nugget dances around Verily and claps

Cianne sits in the grass again, looking up, speaking softly to the totem

I will call you Mistik Okawiy...I will listen to see if you like that or not

There is perhaps such a thing as being taught in a suitable way for yourself.

I will think on that and speak to our kehte--our elder, Cianne, as the term would be more complicated and organic than that. But it may be a start, Mother Tree.

Cianne smiles

Also, I do believe we are all students of life.

Verily smiles softly to Kayasisis

Nugget sits down and rolls over to Cianne sitting next to her and looks up

Cianne looks over How are you doing? good???

Nugget great!

Happy to hear that!

We are all of us teachers. With every motion or word, we teach others of ourselves. But sometimes I am not always a student to learn the lessons taught by those around me.

Nugget, you will have to show Verily the zoo!
Cianne smiles to her
It is his favourite.

A gentle cool breeze flows through the dreamers

Cianne smiles and looks up to the totem Is that you??

There may be a project, authorised by the Royals, to help build a place that will aid in your and your kind's protection, Nugget. I hope speedy progress is made.

Cianne stands up

A place?

For now, it is a hope. May your stories continue.

Nugget no want to hide anymore.

Cianne holds her hands palms up, watching the totem

Mistikokawiy?


A soft light rests on the totem as another soft breeze flows between each dreamer.


Strange wind...

Kayasisis murmurs, trying a new appellation, "nimistikawiy.

Cianne looks over to Kayasisis, then back to the totem, she smiles...she whispers...

Kayasisis...look at the light.

Kayasisis nods to himself, as if the word is better, But already he is looking aloft.

Nugget claps both hands and points to the totem looking at Verily

Cianne smiles looking up.

I see you

she continues watching with a smile, a tear slides down her cheek

Mistikawiy kiwapamitnanan. Tree mother, we -see- you. We recognise your predominant presence in this plane the Basin, and you are not forgotten.
Kayasisis lifts his palms face up to the level of his waist.
Long ages have you been ignored. We are sorry for the oversight as we tread in your domain. We care again.

Nugget waves finger in front of them as the totem becomes surrounded with a halo of branches, vines and flowers.The flowers slowly change colors.

As our dreams grow and begin to thrive, we look to yours as example of the vibrancy of life.

Cianne listens and nods to Kayasisis' words, her gaze fixed on Mistikawiy

Nugget's eyes glow brightly as they slowly nods their head up and down

Cianne wishes to learn of you and to be your companion. We understand that this takes time and building trust, but she is the one.
She is a dreamer of gentle care and thoughtful demeanour, a trustworthy one who embraces the wonders of what is here all about us.
Help her in this gift you present us all. We do not always appreciate its enormity and generosity, but we will try. Thank you.

Cianne raises her palms up again in supplication...speaking softly

Mistikawiy...of the Living Dream...I see you...I feel your Spirit...I am listening

Kayasisis smiles radiantly but sags a little.

Cianne closes her eyes in quiet meditation

The light moves over to Cianne filling the space with her and Nugget together in a soft glow. Flowers begin to grow around the two of them.

Cianne feels the light on her face and opens her eyes, looking down and around at the flowers, and at Nugget, she smiles radiantly
then smiles over to Kayasisis, looks back up and whispers

Thank you...Thank you Mistikawiy

Kayasisis looks to the welfare of Lenguriel before returning his gaze to Cianne and Nugget and the flowers.

Ohh pretty! They like Cianne!

And you,Brother Nugget

Nugget claps their hands in front of them
Sister Cianne!

It is what my kind name as Pawamiwin. True dream power,Cianne. Something inherent in purer dreams which are free from loss and demands upon others.

Thank you Time Little...Cianne dips her chin respectfully and humbly.

Pawamiwin kiwanikiskisitotenwaw. Ekosi maka.

Kayasisis disappears.

Cianne swipes at her cheek, looking up at the totem with a warm smile

Nugget looks over at Cianne as their eyes dim

Cianne no cry. Nugget help!

Not sad, don't worry

Nugget jumps up and starts to dance around Cianne

Sometimes tears are good. She laughs softly

Lenguriel wraps her arms around herself

Verily smiles as she watches the interaction

Maybe I just wanted to see you dance, it's my favourite

Nugget think so!

Nugget grows a flower from their finger and picks it handing it to Cianne

Be happy!

I am sorry Lenguriel if that was a little much for you, are you alright??

Cianne smiles and takes the flower, "why thank you Sir" she tucks it behind her ear

No, it was fine. I was merely getting cold, the weather is changing and I feel a chill coming on.

Cianne nods to Lenguriel

I'm afraid it is time to wake, this has been....my goodness.
Cianne smiles and looks up at the totem

Please all be safe, very nice to meet you Verily, welcome to our dreams!

A pleasure to meet you M'Lady.

Goodbye Cianne! Sister Cianne!

Verily bows gently and smiles

Be safe my Brother! She leans and hugs him

Nugget hugs back gently

[Cianne]

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Creative Notes 9.

~*Seasons*~
The clouds rain down on hues of red and gold.
Each drop is collected, to design a puddle, a mirror reflecting the beauty of Autumn.
Misty carpets of leaves and moss cushion my stride, creation's blanket for winter sleep.
Gentle showers, nature's lullaby, sing to the change of the seasons.

[Cianne]

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I've finally found some time to just sit for awhile. Things have seemed so busy, for me at least, however, the word busy is subjective, if I were to take on even half of what some others do, I am not sure I would survive it.

Many things have happened, there was a Scrying, some visions were seen, not at all pleasant ones. Nugget introduced us to Esmeralda, an Elemental friend of his, although that evening my dream was cut short, I'd have liked to spend more time with her. When we met her, she was in quite a bit of distress, I pray that she is on the mend and that her and Nugget are safe. It was also reported that Cassimolair was heard from the Chaos in the Acroplolis and he was apparently warning dreamers about Ogithus, so I am not sure which of them is more dangerous, though I suppose they are both equally dreadful.

I was able to finish quite a few things I was working on, which I pray will give me more time to wander and explore, as I know there is still so much in Thornhaven that I have not seen. Just over the last couple of dreams I have found the Colosseum of Champions, which is an amazing room, perhaps in the future I will plan an event to have there, so many beautiful spaces that are left unused. Just last dream in the Central Vestibule I found an Oratory, I have absolutely no idea how I missed it before, it is another beautiful space, I found it calming, it will be a lovely place to write, read and meditate, and I will be visiting it again very soon.

I am still somewhat obsessing over the once locked (now unlocked) - stationary portal that is within the Temple of Elements, I really feel that there is something important beyond it. I would like to try to get it working. Only a couple of others seemed as curious as I, but most I have spoken to about it don't seem to care much about what may or may not lie within, perhaps I've just not talked to the right people yet. In the meantime I will try to formulate some sort of plan on how to start working on it.

The most exciting thing, due to the dilligence, help and amazingness...is that a word?, if it wasn't, it is now,......of Kayasisis, we were able to find my Spirit Companion, and not only that, she "spoke" to us by surrounding us with light, and bringing flowers from the soil. She surrounded Nugget, as well as myself, with her light and warmth, so I now consider him my Spirit Brother.
I was overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, filled with absolute joy and peace, I cannot recall the last time I felt that way, possibly, most likely, never.
She, my Spirit Companion, is a sloth, she lives in the Basin. Though some may equate a Sloth with laziness, I see her as the epitome of patience, mindfulness, and deliberate living, she is contemplative and wise, observing the world from the treetops, living life in the present moment, no hurry, no stress.
She is the Tree Mother, or in Kayasisis' tongue, Mistikawiy. I will be communing with her much more over the coming dreams, I know I have much to learn from her.

[Cianne]

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~*Breeze*~

Beneath a majestic canopy, the breeze brings music to my ears.
The world comes alive, the scent of moss and leaves mingle with pine.
Take a deep breath, connect to the life around you.
Feel the the soul of the wind as she dances over your skin.
Hear her as she rustles through the branches.
Each leaf sings a solo.
Together, creating a harmonious choir in the forest.

[Cianne]

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~*Light*~

Spirit Brother made of stone,
you shouldn't wander out alone.
Light of heart, just wants to play,
but off the path you should not stray.
If darkness comes to claim us all,
your friends will always heed your call.

The Living dream protects you well,
surrounding you in nature's shell.
You will prevail where evil lurks,
your Light repels the inky murk.
Spirit Brother made of stone,
We're happy to call you, our own.

[Cianne]

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Well last evening's dream was interesting.

I deigned to have my fortune read by Belom, at his event, even though I do not put too much stock in such things, I figured why not, all in good fun.
Some came and went, but at the height of it there were at least 10 - 12 dreamers present, which is considered a good turn out for an event these dreams.

I was going to share all of the Fortunes that were read, but I decided that it is up to each dreamer to share those if they wished to do so, not my decision to make, and some may take it more seriously than I, and I did not want to intrude on that.

What we had to do was call out to Random three times and from that, Belom took his reading.

My first roll was a 28 - which referred to "past" called to the word "Adapt". To which Belom stated --

That you have had to adapt to a situation or a station within your state of dreaming.

Anyone who knows me, or have read this Journal would know that this is, or was the case, up until yesterday I even signed each entry with "Evolve, Adapt, Prevail", not to mention that
all of us, who have been thrust into Thornhaven, have had to adapt in some way.

My next roll was a 98 - which referred to "present" called to the word "Listen". To which Belom stated:

Your present call tells you to prick up your ears and listen to what is being told to you...

This is of course another thing that most would know about me, I am a keen listener, sometimes I listen TOO much to what is said and happening around me, much to some people's chagrin, because if I hear things I do not like, I will more often than not, confront it, head on, which in turn will cause talk that I do NOT hear, by way of clandestine whisperings, though even if I don't hear these whisperings first hand, they always, always, get back to me, which may be a good lesson for some to learn and be aware of.

My third and final roll was a 7 - which referred to future and called to the word "paralyze" to which Belom stated: -- (side note, he seemed to be rather bothered by it and reluctant to speak it) --

This of course means the inability to move, being unable to act or react.
In your past you were able to adapt and your present tells you to listen, but your future leaves you unable to move. Please know, the future is never set in stone and all things can change depending on our actions. So in this case... I would think it is important that you listen to all things that come your way. Fortunes are meant for you to decipher and work out individually and personally.
I hope for the best that you will come out on top.

I found this quite interesting, because to me, it referred more to my past than my future. In the past I have felt a loss of direction many times, and I suppose apathetic, though I do feel since arriving in Thornhaven that there is quite a lot set before me that can be accomplished, and if not fully accomplished, at the very least, given my best shot.

All in all I found that Belom's event and his readings went very well, it was something different and unique, and seemed to be enjoyed by all who attended.

[Cianne]

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As I write I am thinking that perhaps the fortune told was not so far off. Present -- "Listen" to what is told to you. Future -- "Paralyzed".

While I sit here and ruminate over the word paralyzed, I am faced with a rather major quandary, a decision and a choice that I do not know how to make, so I am , in fact, feeling paralyzed.

Listen, yes, but to whom?, one who made an offer?, one who I will ask advice?, the general populous?, myself?

Eerily Fitting -- Paralyzed.

[Cianne]

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My worries about being "paralyzed" passed pretty quickly when I stopped and realized that there really are no demands on me or urgent time lines, nor should I feel stressed about making decisions. I will do things in my own time, whatever they may be.
The dreams I had this week did seem busy however. I was able to spend some time teaching and being taught, as well as hearing some thoroughly delightful reports.

There was also a lesson with Insonnia about Balance which gave me a lot to think about.

I had a lovely visit with Brother Nugget and we traveled to the Ark of Duke where we found Sister Sadara, and were joined by others. It was an all around pleasant and relaxing visit just taking time out and talking and laughing with friends. I think sometimes we just get, or feel, so busy that we forget that the best times can be had in just relaxing and enjoying the beauty of our Living Dream.

I was able to catch up with Mister Mahoney today which is something I have been meaning to do. I can't explain why but I have been drawn to this dreamer since meeting him the first day he arrived in Thornhaven. Before anyone gets the wrong idea, I was not drawn to him in any sort of amorous sense, I just find his gentle and thoughtful demeanor very welcoming, and I find his dedication to what he believes in to be very inspiring. I wished him well in his endeavors and gifted him with a journal which I hope he will find encouraging and useful.
I myself am encouraged when a dreamer goes against the odds and perseveres even though they know the road may be a difficult one, myself, being a pacifist, I know all about that.

It is quite easy being a pacifist in these dreams, but goodness, back in my early dreams, that was not the case. Name calling would ensue...things like mare-hugger and much more unsavoury things, along with aggressive sorts actually chasing me down and collapsing me for being weak. In their minds I was weak, but I never faltered, except for one time, when I haphazardly collapsed a Datoken, I can't remember when that was, or why, just that it happened once. That aside, I have not ever felt weak for my adherence to pacifism, there is a certain strength in being "weak" and if you know it, you know it, it you do not, you probably never will. I think about my stance on violence lately, as I feel rumblings here and there and that things may be brewing, I pray to the Living Dream that I am mistaken.

[Cianne]

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Creative Notes: Crafting Gifts for friends - 1.

Below are sketches in pastel chalks and charcoals depicting crafted items.

A small round trinket about the size of a palm made of brilliant sapphire and twinkling crystal, Inscribed in flowing script of silver are the words "To Ezhar ~ The most hard working and Motivational Seer~

Upon opening this slim rectangular box, you find a rather gaudy pair of spectacles. The festively colourful frames are overly large and perfectly round, the lenses are exceedingly thick, which creates the illusion that the eyes behind them are comically small.

A beautifully crafted mirror of emerald and malachite. The beveled edge is smooth and sparkles in the light. A small inscription on the back in delicate script reads. "The beauty of your soul is a blessing to all who know you"

A cylindrical shaped device with a small lens at one end, a larger lens at the other. Crafted from shining brass that has been inlaid with turquoise. With a slight twist it is able to extend. Engraved along the side in delicate script are the words "Avast Matey!"


This Journal is bound with ancient book cloth woven of threads the colour of wheat and inky black. It's durable velium pages are smooth, almost glassy to the touch. A small note on the inside cover in script reads --Never give up--


Upon opening this scroll of parchment it initially appears blank. As thoughts of self doubt creep in, writing in delicate script begins to appear. One by one, your many accomplishments are revealed as well as each dreamer you have ever helped or showed a kindness to. Visible along the top edge reads "Never doubt, you are a beacon and an inspiration to many"


This bloom crafted of delicate blown glass has swirling petals of blood red, scalloped with deep sable. As you gaze into the center, the eye of a storm offers you a sense of calming peace while the outer petals surge chaotically.

A meticulously carved box of polished oak inlaid with onyx . There are several layers of wood that are able to rotate. Upon each side is a golden keyhole. As you rotate the layers, more keyholes appear.

[Cianne]

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Lyran Memories - DreamSeers
A recollection of some early Dreamseers, this is by no means a complete list.


Synteny, MT, Dreamsmith, Wordsmith. Synteny was blind and always wore a cloth wrap around his eyes, but in true Seer fashion, he was able to make his way around his dreams better than most by using his senses and intellect. He was a die hard Keeper of the Shadow. If you were his friend he would give his very soul for you, but you would not want to cross him. An expert in battle and manipulation, he could be wiley, and dastardly. Many looked up to him for his good *and* his mischievous qualities. He will not be forgotten.

Luinitari was a warlock. He had many a magic trick up his sleeve. He appeared gruff but softened as you got to know him and had an unusual sense of humour.He was mentor to many up and coming Seer teachers and was sought out for that role often.

Munchkin was half human/half Faerie born, she loved the magic of the dream. She was an MT and Dreamsmith.She would often playfully toss "glitter bombs" at people and would taunt Purple Lace with that mercilessly. She along with Loveslight and Tux were the first non elders to receive and teach Combine.She was wed to Valourin of DOL for many years, when they parted, she wed Darion of Gathering of the Entranced where she became a member/Ruler.

Tux, An original member of Order of the Sable Moon, Tux was a Master Seer in Lyran dreams. He made it to 7th sphere when it was almost unheard of, though I believe Kard was the first. He was an incredibly charming man, I recall many ladies lusting after Tux but as far as I know he never had a partner. He was always "grumbling" but that was a playful facade. Easy to spot with his bald head and huge mustache, as I recall it he was also missing many fingers.Tux was one of 3 Seers to create the first DS Guild.

Kard (Wylder) who referred to himself as a "Professional Commoner" & confirmed bachelor" was the first non-Elder dreamer to reach sphere 7. He was an MT & Dreamsmith. He was also an adamant Freespirit and was a role model for not only Seers but the Freespirit Community. He would often be found exploring or sitting quietly by a stream.

Midhir was of Royal lineage and a kind and noble gent. His mentor was Luinitari, and as Midhir progressed in his dreams he was sought after as a mentor himself. He was a staunch member/Guardian/Ruler of OSM and very protective of it and his housemates.

Purple Lace, MT, Dreamsmith, Wordsmith was one of a kind. She was vampiric/undead and she had a strange penchant for cheesecake and mead. She was an accomplished Alchemist. She was never idle in her dreams, constantly working on something or teaching others. She was brilliant, diabolical, amusing and if you knew her well, a loving and loyal friend. She will not be forgotten.

Erasmus was(is)a Die-hard pacifist and original Alliance of the Eclipse member/Ruler. He is an MT and Dreamsmith. He never swayed from his beliefs and would never back down from anyone who challenged them or threatened his house and family, solving conflict and disputes through his steadfast demeanor and intellect.

Tamarisk, beloved MT, Dreamsmith, Wordsmith. Tamarisk was very loyal to his friends and to the City of Underlight. Always willing to lend a hand or listen if you needed a friend. He was loved by many and will never be forgotten.

Lady Silver, MT, was the catalyst and creator of the first Welcome Center for newly awakened. This was a passion of hers, she would go out of her way to gen items for new dreamers and was continuously helping any who arrived. Also known for her playful sense of humour and fabulous stiletto heels.

Jiovanni, MT, Dreamsmith, Wordsmith was a die hard Union of the Covenant Ruler, he served his house and Lady Justice with unmatched dedication. A kind soul who always had time for everyone. Husband to Cyrus Kaihan. He was also very well known for his fabulous fashion sense and his hair, which never a strand was out of place. Despite that, he was merciless on the battlefield and a top notch fighter.

[Cianne]

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As the leaves fall and the air becomes more brisk, I decided to make the trek to see my Sage before the way became impassable. My dreams were sparse as I reconnected with him, we had a few days visit and it was so good to see my old friend once again. I bid him a fond farewell with the promise of returning as soon as I was able.

As the seasons change, once again I feel more in tune with the ice and snow which is all at once familiar and a great comfort to me.

I find it most interesting that I no longer evolve through mood or emotion, but with the seasons, this was not the case before arriving in Thornhaven.

I am certain it is because of the strong presence of Elemental energies and Spirits that flow, thrive and live throughout the lands, through my own maturity, wisdom and understanding and also due to the teachings and experiences with Insonnia, Lotus and Kayasisis.

There is no doubt in my mind that I am becoming one with the Living Dream, all is as it should be, and I feel Blessed beyond measure.

[Cianne]

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Creative Notes

~*Seasons*~

Under night's soft glow, breath forms small clouds, visible in the brisk air.
Fallen leaves crunch underfoot, the Autumn warmth now just a memory.
Delicate lace filigrees of frost paint stunning works of art on panes of glass.
Sending an invitation to Winter.

[Cianne]

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Creative Notes

~*Hope Remains*~

A castle rises like a mountain, draped in honeysuckle vines, where joy once spread down cobbled paths.

But a misty shadow grows, and silence unravels as a frayed tapestry.

The once buzzing market now holds only the droning sigh of the wind.

Familiar smiles fade into the setting sun, vanishing into thin air.

Leaving behind memories like driftwood washed to the shores of the sea.

A Kingdom incarcerated, enshrouded in secret and mystery.

Yet hope remains, as new spring buds on the trees, in the souls, hearts and minds
of those who embrace
the Living Dream.

[Cianne]

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As I sit and rest a moment longer, I look forward to the journey ahead with a bit of trepidation. My intuition tells me that I need to see my Sage sooner than I had planned or expected. I am not sure why exactly, but I know that I must.

I pray that he is well and not ailing in any way and that he just has more to teach me. Regardless of the outcome, it is always a delightful hike, I have a feeling I will notice much more this time around, and will not rush. Taking my time to enjoy the sights, the sounds, the invigorating freshness of the cool crisp air.

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Things are going well, my mentor was not in any distress, thank the God's. He has been regaling me with stories and memories of my parents' younger days, goodness the things they got up to! It has taught me that I need to lighten up a bit more!, never a bad thing.
He has also taught me some new things that I intend to put into practice sometime soon, well at least that is my hope.

I will soon be making my way back down, now that I know all is well, there is no crisis and I feel joyful and at peace.

[Cianne]

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Creative Notes ~ Humour ~ For a Friend

~*He of the Green Cuisine*~

Beloved dreamer we all know;
A humble chap, not one for show.

He comes and goes, not often seen;
A Master of his Green Cuisine.

Who do I speak of you may ask;
This fellow with the fun filled tasks.

OfF KiLTeR is the one I'm told;
Who makes the "sammich", bathed in mold.

[Cianne]

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I often think of the gifts that some people have. Not material gifts, gifts of the sort where they can share themselves in some way with others.

Some are gifted with musical ability, some art, some crafting things, and so on. There are Spiritual gifts of Discernment, Faith, Giving, Mercy, Wisdom and so many more.
I like to think that I have been blessed with some of these gifts, which is reminding me as I pen this, that I should get back to my art one of these days, it
is great fun and a splendid outlet and a calm way to relax and focus.

The gifts where my focus and curiosity lie now, are Elemental gifts.

In our dreams there is no reason why we should be limited to our Focus Element alone, although there is one that I am proficient in, of that I am certain, it is the Element of water, in my case, I choose to explore and use that gift through ice and snow...now is that because I was born into my dreams as a Soulmaster, or is it something that I have always had a penchant for?, not sure that is a question that can truly be answered. Another gift I am learning more and more of is Air, which seems to come pretty natural to me, and pairs well with water in many cases.

Fire and Earth I intend to explore more in depth and see if I am able to achieve some sort of mastery of them, at the very least, I will have fun trying, of that I am sure.

Is it possible, for a dreamer to attune themselves to such a degree where they evolve into an actual Elemental?

This is what I aim to find out and this is my goal.

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Creative notes

~*Blessed*~

As the sun rises on each new day, begin with a grateful heart.
Let words of Prayer flow like the wind, ask for the wisdom to
understand and prevail over the difficulties life can bring.

Find solace in quiet moments in your own special sacred places and spaces.
Give thanks for the life that you have and the breath that you breathe.

Appreciate your family, your friends, and if you have one...your Deity.
Their presence is a constant reminder that we are never alone
and that there is someone who will walk alongside of us
no matter the path we choose.

There are ever faithful guiding lights that shine down on our paths.
They cast away the shadows of insecurity, doubt and fear.
Whoever you deem as your guiding light, pray to them, pray with them,
thank them for blessing you.

Even the most silent of Prayers, will always be heard. Give thanks.

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[Cianne]

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I had asked Kayasisis if he could teach me his language, to which he agreed. It would be so lovely to converse with him freely and smoothly in his native tongue, though I am not sure I will ever get there, It is slow going and quite challenging, but I am learning, ever so slowly.

Kayasisis usually gives me a new word or phrase each time we meet, which I always look forward to. I am trying to remember them without taking notes, in order to hopefully strengthen my memory, which is something that has been failing as of late, remembering things. It is why I haven't been teaching very much, I have been quite embarrassed a couple of times when asked something by a student, something I should know, and I can't remember.
Preoccupied with too many other things I suppose, or perhaps age is finally catching up with me.