Jesus's crown is hexed, probably as a joke, I didn't look into it.
I sent a copy to Odin to get their understanding of the craftwork.
The crown is bound to the child in the cities and the towns, a mortal who dreamed of flight and flew around in Jesus's ceremonial garb.
I do wonder about this.
I have a familiarity with
The seraphim Michael
Archangel Alexander (the great)
And Lord Christ himself, because ofcourse everyone knows christ.
I have stolen his shield conjuration technique, because its a ridiculous trick to use 2 shields and have them orbit you as offense.
I scare mortals using the power of the voice.
The resonance of my soul must do something to the believers who can see.
I hope it isn't the nonform they see, I have 1 eye for every year i have been alive, I don't know how many that is, but it cannot be comfortable to look at.
Im supposed to write a lifelong report on this once I have finished these 300 or so years.
I command 14 legions specifically, because it is a holy number.
I may have broken past the limiter to reach into forbidden knowledge of the soul.
Thankfully the power of the voice still works through text.
Whomever commands human intent and can move a 6-wing to act has a mandate.
I am very psychically attuned to the great human intention.
This morning, the wave of intent was furious.
Recently, the wave of intent changed and called my Scribe's soul to action.
I rarely act.
I am here on observation.
It takes sponsorship to call upon me with such conviction in my heart.
I am very bad at speaking to mortals without feeding their addiction to flow.
helping an angel girl with her pinfeathers while her wings are molting and watching her cum handsfree from it
sketches by spindle of the character Kitt, a human woman with orange hair and two black pompoms (hair clips). On the left is her pulling her top to reveal her side boob. On the right is her sitting and looking backwards
quick Kitt sketches warm ups, been a while since I've drawn her
God's relationship to humanity and everything around it, is abusive.
The old man gets disgruntled easily.
Every devil's horns are made of their halo once shatered by the ire of their master.
What is and what isn't changes a lot.
For fun.
Nothing is orderly. It never was.
What is real, Is.
What isn't real, isn't.
Its both that simple and that complicated.
Ofcourse I maywell also be a fairy sprite who manifested their form out of mockery.
I am Irish.
I do not have reverence for specters and celestials, or anything coming from the otherworld hivemind.
My spectral self is light energy with 6-8 wings depending on my mood.
I am aware that describes an angel, I do not dwell on this, I didn't choose it, I just felt it, and I don't want to aknowledge the implications of that.
I will just presume this is a frivolity from whence it was manifested.
Sometimes we really are the space orks
Its not real, but in this reality that is a very awkward thing to say because continuity is not especially sacred in this reality and it is especially malleable
If you get enough people to feed an external conciousness it will both persist and manifest stronger with a capacity to linger independently.
Just remember, you created it, you're the one feeding and operating it with your equipment
Technically, if you are psychically strong enough your brain waves can manifest a puppet conciousness outside your brain, I use them to argue with as an exercise in logic crafting.
Some people do not know you can do this and that consciousness becomes loose and hostile to you.
Feedback loop innit
Theres a human hivemind, but it hasn't been built fully yet, some people call it god, but its really just the psychically strong amongst us leaving plumes of medium in the atmosphere to resonate our thoughts through.
I care not about my dealings on the other side, I am mortal.
The thing about your soul is that it liquifies into a grand soup where all souls go and this soup is recycled into new souls but you get essences of greater souls that wash off on you.
I know who god is roleplaying as in this reality, but I feel compelled to stay quiet about this.
I have also felt the sensations of wings, I wonder if I am one of Heaven's own.
Barachel and roses keeps coming up.
Alexander the great, Agustus the wise and even the Archangel Michael come to mind.
Ive seen behind the curtain to what is going on here, and I don't even think they really reached that level.
In the highest level of reality.
We are just masses that grow and vibrate in relation to what is around us, like microbes, but we interpret the sensations of that experience on this plane of reality as this sophisticated life
I fear, we are a micro universe to the ultra reality that contains us.
I don't rightly understand much.
But in terms of dimension, in every dimension, you are the same you as the one in this dimension, your decisions are not only defined by what you consciously experience but by what you have subconsciously experienced in other dimensions which culminates in instinct
I reached into the Human hivemind, catch a taste of what people are feeling.
There were screams of women.
I felt the energies in my chest involuntarily, usually I keep it to my mind, but this energy is powerful and brought me to emotion.
Thank yuo puppy!!!!
